Robot-Master-019

It's cold everywhere else. Frozen, dead, with only the cackles and howls of the wind's maddening loneliness to keep company. But here, on Auldrant? They're lucky enough to be far down enough to avoid that gorgeous spot of winter. Even describing winter as gorgeous sarcastically is enough to send shudders down the spine and make the eye twitch with a fury whose goal is stab itself out. But yes, on Latrommi winds pass by, kissing the skin under the light which shines brilliantly, posing and posturing, flexing its solar muscles for all the inhabitants below. Black rocks rested, sighing as the ocean pushed itself against a cliff drop as sharp as a needle.

Breathe in, breathe out. Nothing but that same, constant noise underfoot. Again and again, in circles, round and round it goes, repeating in its redundant stance. Much easier to tune out than the hectic nature of... Er, nature. As well as the city. Honestly, I don't know how the writer's keyboard hasn't rejected him yet.

Enker folds his arms close to his torso. The tip of his spear leads off towards the ground, hovering a centimeter above the cliff. His line of sight meets the cliff's edge, gazing at the waters below, undisturbed in their mischief. His gaze turns upwards. Seawater expanded out in front of him, swallowing up the existence of anything beyond them, killing them in their malformed conception.

How long he had or would be here didn't matter. For all he knew, he could be stuck there forever. And still, he has no idea what else is out there. Adjusting could... take some time.