The night finally fell upon the Ruin they were in, cloaking the shattered world in a dim indigo light. The air was calm except for the slow drifting of ash and dust, the aftermath of another day of slaughter.
Clyde and Asqa sat together after their paths converging atop a floating landmass hovering high above the broken remnants of what used to be a city.
Below, ruins stretched like bones beneath cracked skin, jagged towers skewered through mists of magic and decay.
Above them, the sky looked like shattered glass with veins of black light glowing along each fracture.
They sat close but not too close, both resting on the cool stone surface. Their legs stretched or loosely crossed, their weapons resting nearby.
The silence between them wasn't awkward they just needed it after everything they'd done today. This silence was just a form of peace.
