PHOEBE
”Not secrets. I think the origin is in the Spire.” she corrected, rubbing her eyes. ”All of the circumstantial evidence points there.” she added. But she fell silent as Loren tried to think through whatever was going on in his mind. And she did hear him out but by the end of it she was just staring at him with a dead expression, a slow blink her only movement. Suddenly she felt sympathy for Ludo who had been faced with her own ignorance during LongNight, as she was now faced with Loren’s.”Frey, give my strength. Or patience. Or a shot of whiskey. Perhaps all of the above.” she thought.
”No.” she said bluntly, expression unchanging. ”The Voice, over three hundred years ago, was a magic user who somehow became powerful enough to be on equal footing with the Old Gods. She is the goddess of the Ascended that she creates, using some sort of technology that is beyond our comprehension. She went to war against the Old Gods, and they trapped her in the Spire where she has been for the last 300 years. She is no victim of an illness. But she has a history of causing havoc in Caido and sending Ascended into the Greatwood, home of the Fae who despise her, seems pretty in-line with her mode of operation.” she said, spelling the history out for him as bluntly as possible.
”We are talking about someone who was powerful enough to reach across dimensions and pull people from their homelands to Caido for the purpose of releasing her. I am fairly certain developing a blight is something she could manage in her sleep.”
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