The mist swirled around Stark's legs as he stepped carefully along the stone path.
Each footstep echoing against the silence of the cemetery, and the chill in the air wrapping around him like a cold embrace.
"…" Stark didn't mind though, he wasn't afraid, and he just followed the stone path, looking around once in a while, just to see hundreds of tombstones from different people, probably classifiers that passed away from monsters?
It did seem like "classifier" was one of those professions where you wouldn't live long enough to grow old after all.
Stark kept walking for a pretty good amount of time, he didn't check his phone since no reason to, but it did feel like at least twenty minutes had passed.
This cemetery was so big it was actually scary to think it was abandoned only because of a rift appearing.
And Stark could only wonder just how bad that rift would be.
"Well… as long as I can kill one of those apostles…" he mumbled.
