ISAR
Arm yourself
Breath catching in his throat made his head spin. The presence filling the space around him - and within him - was more immense than any be had experienced, and Isar found it soothing. Terrifying. Empowering. Her voice sent shivers down his back; black eyes watched the offering wither and disappear with deep satisfaction. It had worked. He had made the right choice, and the gamble paid off.
An answer at all would have been enough. A hint on where to go, a task to complete – anything that acknowledged his wish. But the offer The goddess extended went even further, to a possibility he had not dared hope for.
"Darkest Lady. It would be my honor to be Ancient, if you would have me," he rumbled, eager excitement building beneath the man's gaunt exterior. "Yes. What do I need to do?"
An answer at all would have been enough. A hint on where to go, a task to complete – anything that acknowledged his wish. But the offer The goddess extended went even further, to a possibility he had not dared hope for.
"Darkest Lady. It would be my honor to be Ancient, if you would have me," he rumbled, eager excitement building beneath the man's gaunt exterior. "Yes. What do I need to do?"
Because no one else here will save you
