the VOICE
"Wise words," the Voice says. "I have been called the Voice for as long as it matters, so you may address me as such."
The Longnight monsters brings a small frown. "They were not created as weapons. They were attempts, experiments, you might say. They have been eradicated from the Hollowed Grounds, thanks to my children. That is all I can say about it."
She watches him write with a tilt of her head, fingers still brushing across the black pearl. "You refer to the Blight," she realises. "That was unfortunate, but it was not done intentionally," she explains. "My children and I were trapped behind a barrier for 300 years. The effect on the environment when we were freed was not done maliciously."
The idea of the other gods protecting her brings forth a bitter laugh. "The Old Gods are afraid of anything new. They would rather eradicate me than protect me. If my children fight, they fight for their lives. We react - we do not instigate."
The Longnight monsters brings a small frown. "They were not created as weapons. They were attempts, experiments, you might say. They have been eradicated from the Hollowed Grounds, thanks to my children. That is all I can say about it."
She watches him write with a tilt of her head, fingers still brushing across the black pearl. "You refer to the Blight," she realises. "That was unfortunate, but it was not done intentionally," she explains. "My children and I were trapped behind a barrier for 300 years. The effect on the environment when we were freed was not done maliciously."
The idea of the other gods protecting her brings forth a bitter laugh. "The Old Gods are afraid of anything new. They would rather eradicate me than protect me. If my children fight, they fight for their lives. We react - we do not instigate."
