[ He doesn't offer a response to that apology. Partly because it's not warranted, but mostly because it's time to go. Ivan takes off in a sprint, though not so fast that he doesn't leave James behind, leaping over headstones and winding around trees and shrubs to follow the dark, creeping tendrils of vines.
A structure does soon make itself apparent through the fog: a stone mausoleum, choked in vines spewing forth from the hands of the crumbling and moss-covered angel statue atop its roof. There really is nowhere else to go, with thorns and creatures blocking off all other avenues.
Ivan all but throws himself against the stone door, pushing with all his might to get it to scrape open enough for him and James to pass through. ]
Go, go.
[ Unnoticed as they slip into the darkness with monsters at their heels is the simple, worn engraving at the top of the door, cast in shadow and grown over by vines:
Roza Niklaus beloved wife
Ivan shoves the door shut behind them, making the darkness and the silence absolute. ]
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A structure does soon make itself apparent through the fog: a stone mausoleum, choked in vines spewing forth from the hands of the crumbling and moss-covered angel statue atop its roof. There really is nowhere else to go, with thorns and creatures blocking off all other avenues.
Ivan all but throws himself against the stone door, pushing with all his might to get it to scrape open enough for him and James to pass through. ]
Go, go.
[ Unnoticed as they slip into the darkness with monsters at their heels is the simple, worn engraving at the top of the door, cast in shadow and grown over by vines:
Roza Niklaus
beloved wife
Ivan shoves the door shut behind them, making the darkness and the silence absolute. ]