"Right, I didn't assume we had any real direction." Saibrah wouldn't pursue the conversation any further, but had missed any explanation to their purpose in Rebena before entering the portal; he entered solely because this was almost definitely the location of his next prize. A locket hung around his neck, occasionally intertwining with his relic. Inside of it was a degraded portrait of what seemed to be a happy family, faintly reminiscent to Saibrah but the origin of which always hung at the edge of his memory. Even the thought of the picture filled him with some glimmer of comfort and cheer.

Both were shattered as Eien finished his next sentence and Saibrah was yanked back into the reality of the situation at hand. Indeed, he too was aware of the intrinsic evil the darkness around them possessed. He suspected it was cursed or tainted with a long-forgotten magic, as it interfered with his own supernatural abilities. "I guess the only way then, is forward," he said plainly, as if it wasn't already obvious to the pair. Saibrah knew that was their only option, but as silence descended around them once again, he steadily grew more and more unnerved. He considered bringing up irrelevant things for discussion but sensed Eien had more important things to consider to himself.