Basilus wore a full suit of metallic armor. Outside of her was a thick winter cloak. You couldn't survive in the North without a good cloak. The air here would kill you.
Basilus dragged the corpse of a mountain lion onto the snowy hill.
There was a blizzard going on. The scenery was covered in blinding snow.
When Basilus reached his cave, she immediately noticed two horses standing near the entrance.
She dropped the lion on the ground and extended his right hand. His spirit blade appeared. It had a similar shade as Siderius, a gold tone.
But her gold was brighter, more heroic. While the color of Siderius' willpower was more mythical.
She slowly walked inside to see Siderius, Ashe, and Damien sat around the firepit that she normally used to warm himself.
Siderius stood up. "You must be Master Adracius."
"And you are?" Basilus didn't withdraw his sword. She still held it in his hand for protection.
"You can call me Siderius. I am here to learn your Spirit Art."
"A student?"
