NEPHELE
The all-encompassing darkness speaks of rage, but the voice that follows is anything but. Nephele lifts her face to the blotted out sky, fearless and feral, watching the unearthly descent of the God down towards where she stands rooted to the earth. Immovable even in the face of this.
"Until there is vengeance, there will be no peace in my heart for family, no appreciation for what the Greatwood gives when it has already been violated by their presence," she snarls, but this time she can somehow sense that Ludo is not barring her. That perhaps there is kinship in those fathomless spaces between fabric. "We were given long lives in order to remember, and I will not forget. The Voice has stood uncontested, and I cannot slay a goddess, but a war against her spawn I can vow." Fists clenching at her sides. "Now or any day in this vague future you cite."
"Until there is vengeance, there will be no peace in my heart for family, no appreciation for what the Greatwood gives when it has already been violated by their presence," she snarls, but this time she can somehow sense that Ludo is not barring her. That perhaps there is kinship in those fathomless spaces between fabric. "We were given long lives in order to remember, and I will not forget. The Voice has stood uncontested, and I cannot slay a goddess, but a war against her spawn I can vow." Fists clenching at her sides. "Now or any day in this vague future you cite."
you don't see us, and so we are everywhere
and we will rise up
as red as the dawn
