Nero sprinted after the traitorous spear, his lungs burning with every ragged breath he took.
Gungnir's silver light disappeared through a gap in the Grigori's ribcage, vanishing into the depths of the divine corpse.
"Of course," Nero wheezed, stumbling to a halt in front of the massive ribs. "Of course you'd fly in there."
The ribs formed a cage of bone larger than any structure Nero had ever seen, each one thicker than the largest tree trunk and tall enough that he'd need to crane his neck just to see where they connected to the spine. Green moss hung from the bones in thick curtains, swaying gently in a breeze that should have not existed this deep in the ravine.
The gap between two ribs was easily wide enough for him to walk through, though calling it a "gap" felt like an understatement. It was more like a gateway, an entrance into some unholy realm of rot and corruption.
Nero stood there for a moment, seriously considering just turning around and leaving the damn spear.
