the Voice
The Voice appears and as she does so, electricity dazzles off of obsidian and ice alike. The room glows brilliantly for a moment before dimming to a more reasonable brightness, revealing the Voice sitting upon the shrine with her hands folded in her lap.
"The victory over Halo I think will prove quite telling, in time." She says with an electric smile. "How clever the follower of the old gods think they are. What bullies, to assault the Warden in her throne room. And then, to expect such a thing to go without challenge?" She tuts and shakes her head. "Such is their ego. But you acted swiftly and decisively, and look how quickly they scuttled into the darkness." Clearly pleased, she smiles and nods.
"What is your idea?"
"The victory over Halo I think will prove quite telling, in time." She says with an electric smile. "How clever the follower of the old gods think they are. What bullies, to assault the Warden in her throne room. And then, to expect such a thing to go without challenge?" She tuts and shakes her head. "Such is their ego. But you acted swiftly and decisively, and look how quickly they scuttled into the darkness." Clearly pleased, she smiles and nods.
"What is your idea?"
