[Getting dropped into this place was disconcerting. Thankfully, he'd been up after that explosion anyway, so he had his usual gear, but it was still jarring to just be dropped underground. He hates being underground, but trying to find his way around gets him lost and he eventually stumbles into this area. The sound of someone moving around is what draws him forward, and then the sight of a bright white amid the gloom.
Tsurumaru makes a great beacon, even in the barely lit darkness down here. He shuffles closer and then peers at what the older sword is holding.]
ii sword horror is good horror
Tsurumaru makes a great beacon, even in the barely lit darkness down here. He shuffles closer and then peers at what the older sword is holding.]
...Aren't those...?
[He reaches out for the blue fabric.]
...Yamatonokami's? ...Right?