SAFRIN
"Just so." Safrin agrees with a sigh. "Though I suppose if you could...somehow get a piece of this Vox then it could be made to work only against him..." Well, the what of it all was much easier than the how.
The Tidebreaker's question has the goddess pausing, her head tilting slightly to the side just as her eyes narrowed and took on a faraway sheen like a distant spray of stars. "It..." She frowns. "Yes and no." Blinking, her eyes returning to focus on her chosen, Safrin gives her head a little shake. "I think it possesses a good deal of illusion, but as for what it is..." Unable to find the words for the composition of such an alien being, the goddess's jaw feathered for a moment or two out of frustration.
"What it is might seem like an illusion, but it's merely...not of this world." Perhaps calling it a being of illusion was easier than trying to articulate what thousands of years of science that Caido didn't have, would still find hard to describe.
