[SE] you want life to lead you to believe in something

// sun comin' up on a dream come around //

Scrunching his nose - he hasn't ever given much credence to the Longnight monsters of old, but perhaps it's about time that Danta did a little research into it. "Or maybe they're learning what made people scared before," he mutters, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He hates it mostly because it's the sort of predatory thing he would do, and would find impressive had it not resulted in the death of a fellow Ancient.

Accepting the canteen as he continues to listen to Kiada, Danta takes a sip of water before raising a brow and nodding through the trees at something shadowy and writhing - a void tangleweed, it looks like, tumbling its way through the brambles. "Things like that?" he wonders, of the sort of creatures Fox has been busy with.

And it just gets better from there, the Maverick handing the canteen back and letting out a long sigh as he takes in the news. "Might be time we start reaching out to other regions to work together, if everyone is being targeted," he admits.

Dantalion

// one hundred years from the empire now //