"Here you are, Noah Olson."
Like the purr of thunder, Vi's voice seems to echo from the vaulted ceilings until it comes at the Sentinel from all directions. Without turning to face his chosen, Vi raises a hand as if to tell Noah to approach.
"Do you know what this is?"
Dark and molten eyes rest, still, on the statue of the woman before them, the bowl of fire and blood.
"I sense you have not been here before, to see it. And I would like to know why."
The sensation will ripple across the Sentinel, saying all that Vi's words do not.
Why have the Grounds fallen so low, more dangerous now than even some areas of the Wilds? Why are they now under the command of some bloodlusted, Dygra worshipping fop? Why have you been trying to avoid what I have asked of you at every turn?
Like the purr of thunder, Vi's voice seems to echo from the vaulted ceilings until it comes at the Sentinel from all directions. Without turning to face his chosen, Vi raises a hand as if to tell Noah to approach.
"Do you know what this is?"
Dark and molten eyes rest, still, on the statue of the woman before them, the bowl of fire and blood.
"I sense you have not been here before, to see it. And I would like to know why."
The sensation will ripple across the Sentinel, saying all that Vi's words do not.
Why have the Grounds fallen so low, more dangerous now than even some areas of the Wilds? Why are they now under the command of some bloodlusted, Dygra worshipping fop? Why have you been trying to avoid what I have asked of you at every turn?
VI
