[ This is a much more different Shell than he expected, and Childe hums, but the narwhal is already turning, ambling through the ocean and kicking up a light spray as it cuts through the waves. It weaves delicately through the water, that same haunting, ghosting cry rippling through the air as it goes.
As ordered, Childe navigates the narwhal carefully up to the reflective line marking the border. A part of him considers summoning his bow, but with the disadvantage of not being able to see well on top of his lack of mastery with the weapon, he imagines it wouldn't do much good.
Notably, the darkness of the water beyond reminds him of the endless darkness of the Abyss. It's something that has goosebumps prickling along his skin, not with fear but out of the want to fight. ]
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As ordered, Childe navigates the narwhal carefully up to the reflective line marking the border. A part of him considers summoning his bow, but with the disadvantage of not being able to see well on top of his lack of mastery with the weapon, he imagines it wouldn't do much good.
Notably, the darkness of the water beyond reminds him of the endless darkness of the Abyss. It's something that has goosebumps prickling along his skin, not with fear but out of the want to fight. ]
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