vi,boots,axel,six

Night rain hisses against ruined stone. Torches flicker along the ancient Moonfall Pass. The party watches a distant crimson glow on the horizon—the Blood Cathedral. Axel: “Every mile closer to that glow, I feel my bones itching for a fight.” Boots: “Don’t joke. That place reeks of corrupted souls.” Sarah (quietly, eyes on Dryfus): “If six completes her ritual… this country won’t survive the winter.” Vi almost smiles. six: oh they think they can take me on tsk, tsk *nina prepares for the group, while spying on the group from the Shadows*