The Dark Strider
Corem stuck his head through the shadow underneath the desk. He was looking out onto a murky scene, where gray desert sands swallowed the massive broken black pillars of a fallen city. Faintly luminescent clouds scudded across the purple sky.
He pulled back and took another glance around the dusty and moldering office building - he’d been wandering in here for what felt like days, with no sign of the outdoors or any living people. He wasn’t even sure this place had an outdoors. There was no doubt that something was stalking him through these strange echoing corridors, though.
He didn’t like the look of the world through the shadows, but he doubted anything would be able to follow him in there. He adjusted his hat, tightened his sword belt for good measure, and slipped through to the other side.
He pulled back and took another glance around the dusty and moldering office building - he’d been wandering in here for what felt like days, with no sign of the outdoors or any living people. He wasn’t even sure this place had an outdoors. There was no doubt that something was stalking him through these strange echoing corridors, though.
He didn’t like the look of the world through the shadows, but he doubted anything would be able to follow him in there. He adjusted his hat, tightened his sword belt for good measure, and slipped through to the other side.