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“Hosting something exciting?” Comes a voice from behind the shrine. It isn’t Frey, nor is it Rae. It’s something else that filters through the shrine, descending amongst the windchimes and trickling water, flicking through the flame that bubbles in the center like a beacon. “And looking for a lucky belt. How droll.” The spirit seems unenthused, though perhaps its because its ghostly form couldn’t even hold a belt. Maybe the spirit is simply jealous?
It appears briefly for a second in Colt’s peripheral vision, shimmering bones of a creature that looks almost humanoid but something’s off. A spirit from long, long ago, a haunting of the occasional shrine in the region where a majority of tombs dot the land.
It appears briefly for a second in Colt’s peripheral vision, shimmering bones of a creature that looks almost humanoid but something’s off. A spirit from long, long ago, a haunting of the occasional shrine in the region where a majority of tombs dot the land.
