I know what you're afraid of. Keeping the lights on won't keep you safe.
Belril has his eyes peeled the whole time they were traversing, sometimes sneaking in moments of briefly touching up any of the wild gardens he had out here that they passed on the sly. At one point, he even had a starfruit he was munching into that he seemed to get out of nowhere as well. He had been using his healing magic sporadically to keep up with the taller males by stealthily easing his fatigue when it tried to crop up.
He'd hate to lose any of his gardens, but at the same time, he'd hate for lives to be lost because of godly conflicts.
"Wish we knew what these compasses even looked like. For all we know, they could be typical compasses enhanced in non-obvious ways," he added, still trying to wrack his brain as to how he could possibly help with that latter mission. "The Voice may also be able to better work defenses against those that have either a matching or even a variant model of compass once she has one in her possession, too...the question is how..."
He'd hate to lose any of his gardens, but at the same time, he'd hate for lives to be lost because of godly conflicts.
"Wish we knew what these compasses even looked like. For all we know, they could be typical compasses enhanced in non-obvious ways," he added, still trying to wrack his brain as to how he could possibly help with that latter mission. "The Voice may also be able to better work defenses against those that have either a matching or even a variant model of compass once she has one in her possession, too...the question is how..."
BELRIL
