Zarek picked up the greatsword, resting it on his shoulders as dense black Lurker's Godsfall coated him from head to toe. It was probably more than half the width of his body in width, and so heavy it threatened to tilt him forward. He didn't like long weapons to begin with, and wielding one this heavy in his current state was an even more foolish choice in his estimation, but there was no other choice.
His weapons were still in Su's office, and who knew how deep the tunnel networks of this place were? But without a weapon, he had no chance of making it out of here.
And he had every intention of doing exactly that.
Zarek exhaled a breath, his Lurker's Godsfall coating even his face. It could only be said that he looked completely demonic, his hair becoming strings of whipping black.
