the things we hold are always the first to go
The cold vacuum of space - it was something so utterly beyond Ronin that his mind struggled to wrap around it, though he did nod to his goddess in acceptance. Just because he could not comprehend it did not make it any less true, after all. A shudder ran through him at the mere prospect of being blighted a second time, his hands clenching into fists. Whilst unlikely, could anything truly be considered impossible? Especially with the continued existence of the new gods.
”Safrin.” Ronin’s tone was quiet, as though he felt strange even thinking about what he would say. ”Since coming to Caido, I have made a trade as someone who hunts monsters, the things that tormented the Hollowed Grounds the most. In the eyes of the gods... is the Voice considered a monster?”
”Safrin.” Ronin’s tone was quiet, as though he felt strange even thinking about what he would say. ”Since coming to Caido, I have made a trade as someone who hunts monsters, the things that tormented the Hollowed Grounds the most. In the eyes of the gods... is the Voice considered a monster?”
