NERON
the hailstorm
Neron, for his part, has responded with hearty agreement when it comes to fuck the Longnight monster and fuck the Sea of Glass monster and fuck the Old Gods and their demigods and fuck this and fuck that and so on. He still moves gingerly, his body recovering from what Noah and Ronin did to it, but he keeps pace with Kiada as best he can. "Shrine and relic," he agrees. "Hopefully the Voice is in a talkative mood..."
Ducking into the shrine alongside Kia, Neron moves to carefully sink down to one knee. With a pulse of willpower and a wave of his hand, he conjures a beautiful ice statuette of the voice, swirls of frost representing the static electricity that surrounds her. "Goddess, we seek an audience with you, please," he murmurs softly. "We wish to create an Ascended shrine within the Citadel walls, so that our siblings will not have to travel so far to seek you out."
Ducking into the shrine alongside Kia, Neron moves to carefully sink down to one knee. With a pulse of willpower and a wave of his hand, he conjures a beautiful ice statuette of the voice, swirls of frost representing the static electricity that surrounds her. "Goddess, we seek an audience with you, please," he murmurs softly. "We wish to create an Ascended shrine within the Citadel walls, so that our siblings will not have to travel so far to seek you out."
