No stone unturned

Basilisk’s eyes studied each spike near them. Lingering slowly on their forms. Did that one look a little like a snowman? No, Nyx was lying about that. His eyes continued on, searching for meaning in the strange landscape.

His eyes followed Ignita, hyper aware of her, as her eyes landed on a spie with a depiction of some sort of monster. He frowned, pausing to examine it for a moment. A clue? Perhaps. If there was some sort of threat, a monster, he needed to keep Ignita safe.

[b] “Understood.”[/v] He said softly, knowing that her knowledge through bookwork was more extensive than his. If she thought the land unsafe too far from the spikes, he would take her warning


"Basilisk Fatalis"