The Silent Cemetery, Indar wasn't sure on what he was doing here or why he came here in the first place. After the meet he had had with Ombrias, his mind was messed up. All his thoughts, feelings and ideas scattered. His grandfather really did want him to go mad or well it seemed so. First attaching this weapon to Indar's soul, then giving him a pet, that is a gigantic metallic snake and now, now the old god had found a metallic god slayer lacrima and had stuck it into Indar. It hadn't hurt or anything, but after it, Indar had felt nauseous and really dizzy for some time.
Turning that time, Indar had ventured to some place, where he wouldn't be disturbed. Or hoped he wouldn't be. He was in one of the quietest and deserted places in Fiore. But then again, you never knew what weirdos would pop up in a cemetery.
Indar let out a small sigh. He had just recently left his guild and friends behind, to only come fact to face with Ombrias, who had then given him a new power. A power that wasn't liking Indar's body and felt like it was trying to kill him. He took a seat on a gravestone, overlooking most of the cemetery. This place felt like home to him, surrounded by death. It was a warm and welcoming feeling, one he enjoyed. Death felt like something, that was a part of him, well it was. His first experience with death had been when he was 12 and killed his own family.
Indar was almost happy, remembering such nice memories.
Turning that time, Indar had ventured to some place, where he wouldn't be disturbed. Or hoped he wouldn't be. He was in one of the quietest and deserted places in Fiore. But then again, you never knew what weirdos would pop up in a cemetery.
Indar let out a small sigh. He had just recently left his guild and friends behind, to only come fact to face with Ombrias, who had then given him a new power. A power that wasn't liking Indar's body and felt like it was trying to kill him. He took a seat on a gravestone, overlooking most of the cemetery. This place felt like home to him, surrounded by death. It was a warm and welcoming feeling, one he enjoyed. Death felt like something, that was a part of him, well it was. His first experience with death had been when he was 12 and killed his own family.
Indar was almost happy, remembering such nice memories.