and the only solution was to stand and fight
He could hear the curiosity threading through, another cautious thing. He wouldn’t be so apt to even answer had Kiada not been returned – the responses would’ve been far more difficult to pull from behind clenched or ground teeth. For the echoing efforts though, he glanced back at her, eyes narrowing in brief speculations that he wouldn’t be voicing. It wasn’t his business on who or what or why she’d want the multitudes – but there were always hordes gone in Caido. Loss was substantial. It’d rankled down through his bones so many times that death was an old friend; but not one he was content to greet. “She was lost during an attempt to gain Tanau back,” he managed at first, easier to say when she was well and whole in the Hollowed Grounds now.
He stepped forward again, strides threading through the lines already made now by fellow hunters, surveying the scene while his mind procured at others from years ago. “Before the war, the Voice offered the opportunity to those perished to return as Ascended. Many took it up, including Kiada.” And despite the Sword’s intense and immense hatred for the New God, he’d never begrudge the Harpy for trying to find a way back to all of them. “When the Voice lost, Dygra changed those willing into Ancients.” Which was how Kiada lived now.
Whether or not she was chasing ghosts, at least she’d know that there had been some ways, alternating in the past, and now presently. “As far as I am aware, Ronin can bring back recently perished, and a revivy feather can do the same.” But for those long gone, he wasn’t certain anything beyond very creative, if not exploitative, means were available.
He stepped forward again, strides threading through the lines already made now by fellow hunters, surveying the scene while his mind procured at others from years ago. “Before the war, the Voice offered the opportunity to those perished to return as Ascended. Many took it up, including Kiada.” And despite the Sword’s intense and immense hatred for the New God, he’d never begrudge the Harpy for trying to find a way back to all of them. “When the Voice lost, Dygra changed those willing into Ancients.” Which was how Kiada lived now.
Whether or not she was chasing ghosts, at least she’d know that there had been some ways, alternating in the past, and now presently. “As far as I am aware, Ronin can bring back recently perished, and a revivy feather can do the same.” But for those long gone, he wasn’t certain anything beyond very creative, if not exploitative, means were available.
DEIMOS
