Her worries remain; the unpredictability of visions and the unfinished warning echoing in her head until she has little choice but to curb it all by going there herself. There’s no intention to interrupt, to stop, or do anything other than observe, so she takes her shadow cloak and teleports herself to the mouth of the tunnel, which is hopefully swathed in shadow. Here, she can quietly watch and perhaps, if needed, save one of them.
Hell, if it weren’t Tanau they were talking to, she could have teleported the god of Longheat behind the waterfall. But this is not her fight, it’s theirs and they are more than capable. So Wessex remains quiet and hopefully invisible in the shadows, waiting to see what will happen.
Hell, if it weren’t Tanau they were talking to, she could have teleported the god of Longheat behind the waterfall. But this is not her fight, it’s theirs and they are more than capable. So Wessex remains quiet and hopefully invisible in the shadows, waiting to see what will happen.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
