It was almost certainly a monster. Jigano knew that, knew that he was being tricked, but there was the chance - however small, however slight - that his instincts were wrong on this. "I can't see anything," he said with frustration as he looked out the magic window into the dark, dark, endless dark of the night.
Then the gurgle, the silence.
The laugh.
Maybe someone had just lost their life. Maybe they were still bleeding out at that very moment and could still be saved. MaybemaybeMAYBE.
If they still lived, they were Amalia's responsibility, she and her healing staff. If they were dead, they were his, with his song that could call their soul into the safety of the guildhall and the lantern.
And if they were a trick? A monster in truth? Then Jigano would bleed, but maybe he would learn something about them he could use to protect Kiada with.
"Maybe it's not too late," he said against the depth of that black laugh, glancing toAmalia with grim resolve. "Together, then?" He waited until he received her confirmation before he opened the door, using his body to defend Amalia and distract whatever was on the other side so she could drag any poor, unfortunate soul they might find into the foyer - or stand next to him to strike out at whatever was menacing the Hall, whichever she chose.
Then the gurgle, the silence.
The laugh.
Maybe someone had just lost their life. Maybe they were still bleeding out at that very moment and could still be saved. MaybemaybeMAYBE.
If they still lived, they were Amalia's responsibility, she and her healing staff. If they were dead, they were his, with his song that could call their soul into the safety of the guildhall and the lantern.
And if they were a trick? A monster in truth? Then Jigano would bleed, but maybe he would learn something about them he could use to protect Kiada with.
"Maybe it's not too late," he said against the depth of that black laugh, glancing to
