[ He furrows his brows. The color of the dirt, the very smell of it, feels sickeningly familiar. ]
It is. [ ... ] I suppose we should press on anyway, shouldn't we?
[ That's what Kurapika will do, at the very least, even as their surroundings begin to look more and more like they're headed to the precipice of some sort of gorge a distance away, the river having dried out millennia ago.
What's most pressing, however, is the way the ground practically shakes with the force of a giant's steps, and the sound of chains hitting rock shortly after.
Kurapika knows what this is, or at least, he has a feeling. But he says nothing at all. ]
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It is. [ ... ] I suppose we should press on anyway, shouldn't we?
[ That's what Kurapika will do, at the very least, even as their surroundings begin to look more and more like they're headed to the precipice of some sort of gorge a distance away, the river having dried out millennia ago.
What's most pressing, however, is the way the ground practically shakes with the force of a giant's steps, and the sound of chains hitting rock shortly after.
Kurapika knows what this is, or at least, he has a feeling. But he says nothing at all. ]