Call of The Abyss

The amused half-smile on his maw is gentle, a sight only for Clove. As much as she promises to be safe, he has a feeling that danger sometimes radiates toward her. He enjoys being the knight in her fairytale though and because of this, he hangs back, giving Clove the freedom to explore. Trailing a few feet behind her so that he too could get a good look at what now surrounded them.

Tall, pointed metal objects that seemed to angle in the direction of the blazing sun now coated an eerie blood red color. The upper halves had holes worn into them, and he's not sure if it's on purpose or because of some sort of erosion. Farther down their old, rusty bodies, Akito notices the carved faces a moment or so after Clove does. Her surprised gasp brings him walking closer to her, protectively hovering as his monochrome gaze falls to the horror struck upon the carvings. Their solemn appearance triggers an odd feeling in his chest.

"I wonder if it is meant to keep others away from whatever it is they are guarding," Akito posits as Clove meanders closer to him. He didn't like the high-pitched wailing that pierced his ears. It was almost as if the carvings themselves were emitting the noises.