Misarmor ((exclusive)) < SECURE ◉ >

Or rather, it didn’t.

Kaelen watched from the shadow of the broken portcullis. His misarmor made no sound. No polished pauldrons to click. No cloak to rustle. He was a gray ghost in a carnival of death. misarmor

He didn’t correct them.

He drew his sword. No flourish. No final prayer. Just a short, sharp thrust into that sliver. Or rather, it didn’t

The Silent King’s head tilted. The Brethren stirred, hungry and impatient. It was about to order a search—room by room, soul by soul. It would find the relic eventually. And it would find Kaelen’s comrades, hidden in the crypts, their bright armor glowing like beacons in the dark. hidden in the crypts