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The Voice nods approvingly. "A much better design I would think. It would also aid in stealth attempts; there's no point in walking around with a weapon that also serves as a beacon of your location." But apparently her Wraith has loftier ideas still, and the Voice pauses, her silence held by a wide and proud smile.
"I take it we're speaking of the abilities of some of your fellow demigods: Delphia, Remi, and Ronin?" Taping her finger to her chin and narrowing her eyes, the Voice suddenly appears like some skilled craftswoman, offered a deliciously difficult puzzle.
"As spirits, the two deathly demigods are invisible...how would you ever strike them? Unless you could first see them in the realm of spirits." As for astral projection? "If you had a piece of him—of Ronin—we might be able to tether a weapon to his precise biosignature. That way should you strike his astral self, the wound would be tethered back to him, just as his magic is tethered to the projection."
"I take it we're speaking of the abilities of some of your fellow demigods: Delphia, Remi, and Ronin?" Taping her finger to her chin and narrowing her eyes, the Voice suddenly appears like some skilled craftswoman, offered a deliciously difficult puzzle.
"As spirits, the two deathly demigods are invisible...how would you ever strike them? Unless you could first see them in the realm of spirits." As for astral projection? "If you had a piece of him—of Ronin—we might be able to tether a weapon to his precise biosignature. That way should you strike his astral self, the wound would be tethered back to him, just as his magic is tethered to the projection."
