(Digging through darkness)
Speech // thought // French
Raven black paws glided over the terrain and carefully picked her way through the underbrush of this new land. Iris looked up. The spires looming dangerously overhead. Spikes of death and doom the like she had never seen.
"Mon Dieu..." She muttered, My god... they were massive. The wind whined and moaned and howled through the oppressive spaces within each spike. The red sky stained the world in a darkness unholy and bloody.
She sniffed at the base of a spire, the etching otherworldly and menacing. Next to them, she felt the earth stable, but between them, it was soft and loamy.
She wondered if she could find their source. What were these spires attached to? Where did they come from? She found a soft spot in the earth and the soil easily moved aside. What might she find beneath the grass?
