[It's one of those dreams that Archer doesn't remember after waking up. He's standing in an endless wasteland, with countless swords in the ground akin to grave markers. Smell of sulfur and smoke fills the air. High on the sky as red as rust hang gigantic gears. It's a desolate and lonely place.
Archer is wearing only his black armor without the red overcoat. He adds another sword to those already here and straightens. Slowly he turns around, aware that he's not alone. It's not as it should have been; no one else should ever enter this place.]
cw: reference to violence/death,
Archer is wearing only his black armor without the red overcoat. He adds another sword to those already here and straightens. Slowly he turns around, aware that he's not alone. It's not as it should have been; no one else should ever enter this place.]
What are you doing here?