I will stand by you forever; you can take my breath away
Lately, the Wraith has had her thoughts bogged down with everything they don’t know. All that was lost to the shadows of time - not just for the people in the Barrier, but for those outside it. Whether it was war that destroyed the records, the solemn effects of time, or whether there were never any to begin with, they’ll likely never know.
But the whispers of a bloodletting cult in Torchline and the way Tanau talked about the altar in the climb has her mind whirling, feet following the familiar paths while eyes only half-see where she’s going. That is, until she’s at the shrine. Stopping suddenly, the demigod finds it utterly ridiculous that this one should still pay homage to all the Gods; storm clouds darken her brows as she stares at it for a moment, before laying her simple offering of lightning-forged glass on the ground. Dipping into the infirmary, Wessex steals a sheet from a closet and takes it back to the platform. The sheet flicks out and floats down over the stone, waiting for little tugs here and there to straighten it before she steps back and turns on her lasers.
Wisps of smoke waft up towards the arching ceiling, while the demigod painstakingly burns Death to the Old Gods into the cloth.
But the whispers of a bloodletting cult in Torchline and the way Tanau talked about the altar in the climb has her mind whirling, feet following the familiar paths while eyes only half-see where she’s going. That is, until she’s at the shrine. Stopping suddenly, the demigod finds it utterly ridiculous that this one should still pay homage to all the Gods; storm clouds darken her brows as she stares at it for a moment, before laying her simple offering of lightning-forged glass on the ground. Dipping into the infirmary, Wessex steals a sheet from a closet and takes it back to the platform. The sheet flicks out and floats down over the stone, waiting for little tugs here and there to straighten it before she steps back and turns on her lasers.
Wisps of smoke waft up towards the arching ceiling, while the demigod painstakingly burns Death to the Old Gods into the cloth.
WESSEX
