Whoever the vessel tried to catch up to was fast and clearly knew the terrain well. Even with the vessel's maneuverability, the lush of green life was too unpredictable to charge in full-speed.
Thankfully, the abundance of plants gave alternate routes of entry. For example, the vessel had chased the red figure down a somewhat hidden tunnel, completely bypassing the elder baldur in the main entrance.
Still, one of them had the advantage of terrain. And that was enough.
It didn't take long for the vessel to lose the figure in red. Some part of it was disappointed in how quickly they separated, knowing it should have done better. But the vessel brushed that aside and pushed forward, it refused to lose that figure for good.
It ran in fast but short intervals, stopping at splits in the path to figure out the correct way. At first, the faint trail of soul was traceable. But now...
The vessel was lost.
It stood on a ledge above acid, looking around for any sign of disturbed scenery. There were a couple crawl marks of something small one way, some of shrubbery dragged across the floor another, and some torn and snapped branches into the depths off of the path.
The smaller disturbances were passable for the little mosscreeps abundant in the area, but the last was made by some larger thing high up and fast.
With no other leads, the vessel jumped into the greenery. It followed the traces of damage the fastest it could, flying past plants and pools of acid.
It finally reached a small clearing, with nothing notable except a motionless form laying in the middle. The vessel crept towards the mass on the floor, hyper-aware of the nail on its back.
It was the body of a moss knight, or at least the remains of one. This usually wouldn't be a cause for concern.
But the body was recent.
So recent that the orange infection pouring out of the wounds still held its vibrant glow.
The vessel suddenly felt the air shift behind it...
It snapped its attention to the cause, violently flinching to the side to dodge.
Sharp black claws missed its mask by a sliver as void sockets locked six glowing eyes in an unblinking stare.
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No Emotions to Feel
Fanfictionmature for violence/gore. A small vessel is spared, joining its sibling in The White Palace. One will be sealed in chains, the other in a charm, but both will meet a ghost, spider, and long lost friend. There are consequences to their choices, b...
