Yet so far all he's seen has been rats. Hundreds and hundreds of them, by the looks of it. Thankfully, his party members had survived the initial fall with Setsuna's timely aid; he's covered in dust and what, unfortunately, may very well be rat poop, but Gilgamesh himself remains otherwise unscathed.
He starts to take a look around, at the ritualistic objects, the hideous implements and traces of blood, and even a King familiar enough with instruments of torture must cringe. It's utterly barbaric and the overall doom-ridden aesthetic that would suggest trouble awaiting around every darkened corner isn't helping.
Not that he's frightened, but he does glance over to his party to check how they're doing.]
What do you make of this?
[A subtle way of asking where should we go? There didn't seem to be a clear pathway in these spiraling passages. Maybe they should just start walking, work their way up.]
"HAREM SQUAD" (Gilgamesh, Vietnam, Setsuna)
Yet so far all he's seen has been rats. Hundreds and hundreds of them, by the looks of it. Thankfully, his party members had survived the initial fall with Setsuna's timely aid; he's covered in dust and what, unfortunately, may very well be rat poop, but Gilgamesh himself remains otherwise unscathed.
He starts to take a look around, at the ritualistic objects, the hideous implements and traces of blood, and even a King familiar enough with instruments of torture must cringe. It's utterly barbaric and the overall doom-ridden aesthetic that would suggest trouble awaiting around every darkened corner isn't helping.
Not that he's frightened, but he does glance over to his party to check how they're doing.]
What do you make of this?
[A subtle way of asking where should we go? There didn't seem to be a clear pathway in these spiraling passages. Maybe they should just start walking, work their way up.]