On your left. The voice that echoes through Hadama's mind is still like Ronin's, but deeper and more gravelly somehow; a side effect from his massive size and the primordial instincts that the leviathan awakens within him. It won't actually look as though he is passing, at first, because his bulk seems to fill all the space directly beneath and to the left of the Mer. But here and there, a glisten of starlit scales, an indication that something is present.
I have never been down to this shrine before, he continues, as if this is an everyday occurence and he is an everyday creature. Which, to Ronin at least, is entirely true. Do many gods visit, I wonder...?
I have never been down to this shrine before, he continues, as if this is an everyday occurence and he is an everyday creature. Which, to Ronin at least, is entirely true. Do many gods visit, I wonder...?
