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Considering there was little else to do in the pitch black walk, Arwyn found herself listening to the demon's tale. It was nothing new to hear of a god messing with mortals and turning them into ravenous monsters, the Greek variety had been notorious for that, yet she felt an unusual anger flare in her heart.
"It is not right for immortal beings to do such things." she growled aloud, although not particularly aimed towards the demon in front of her. "What gives them the right to meddle with our fates?"
The peculiar golden gleam returned into the dragon knight's eyes as she stopped in her tracks and glared determinedly at the demon. "I will help you to be rid of this curse. I swear it." said she. "And if we must battle the gods so be it."
Syrax noticed the subtle change in his companion and tilted his head, concern emanating in his gaze. "You are being brash, Arwyn."
She held out a mailed hand in the air. "No." she said. "It is long past the time mortals stood up for themselves against the gods and their cruel whims." Dawn's Heart levitated above her shoulder and flashed vividly, which struck the wyvern as also being odd.
"This curse was more than likely done by a necromancer or a shadow-binder..." Syrax began but was cut short when a searing pain caused the two of them to grimace.
The very walls of the shadowy hallway began to quiver by some unseen force and almost seemed to cause the air to shift as well. After a brief period the strange occurrence ended and the walls and floors became still once more. "A great change has occurred." the dragon said while gazing past the dark walls of this realm. "Just what it is I cannot say..."
Arwyn was deeply troubled by this as well and looked to the relic floating near her face. "... could it be similar to what disrupted the relic's power during our slumber?" she murmured. In the back of her mind the faint music continued to play, as always, but something was different this time yet she couldn't quite place it. Suddenly she realized that beneath the haunting symphony was a series of whispers too hushed to understand yet enough for her to notice its presence.
Her eyes shifted to the masked demon in front of her. "We should leave this place." she said.
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A vision came suddenly after that. Or was she really there? The dragon knight could not say yet the occurrence felt queer nonetheless. She had seen Grimm (or at least she thought it was Grimm, yet more serious and well...grim.) but also other beings as well. She did not recognize most but some of the faces were familiar, such as the three males she had seen that one time on the mountain as well as the man named Earl she had encountered while questioning the strange witch lady.
She thought about the deity's words after the 'vision' had faded. "So the fate of everything lies in the hands of a powerful being." she thought in distaste.
"I suppose she must be stopped... or convinced otherwise." Syrax commented.
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"It is not right for immortal beings to do such things." she growled aloud, although not particularly aimed towards the demon in front of her. "What gives them the right to meddle with our fates?"
The peculiar golden gleam returned into the dragon knight's eyes as she stopped in her tracks and glared determinedly at the demon. "I will help you to be rid of this curse. I swear it." said she. "And if we must battle the gods so be it."
Syrax noticed the subtle change in his companion and tilted his head, concern emanating in his gaze. "You are being brash, Arwyn."
She held out a mailed hand in the air. "No." she said. "It is long past the time mortals stood up for themselves against the gods and their cruel whims." Dawn's Heart levitated above her shoulder and flashed vividly, which struck the wyvern as also being odd.
"This curse was more than likely done by a necromancer or a shadow-binder..." Syrax began but was cut short when a searing pain caused the two of them to grimace.
The very walls of the shadowy hallway began to quiver by some unseen force and almost seemed to cause the air to shift as well. After a brief period the strange occurrence ended and the walls and floors became still once more. "A great change has occurred." the dragon said while gazing past the dark walls of this realm. "Just what it is I cannot say..."
Arwyn was deeply troubled by this as well and looked to the relic floating near her face. "... could it be similar to what disrupted the relic's power during our slumber?" she murmured. In the back of her mind the faint music continued to play, as always, but something was different this time yet she couldn't quite place it. Suddenly she realized that beneath the haunting symphony was a series of whispers too hushed to understand yet enough for her to notice its presence.
Her eyes shifted to the masked demon in front of her. "We should leave this place." she said.
---
A vision came suddenly after that. Or was she really there? The dragon knight could not say yet the occurrence felt queer nonetheless. She had seen Grimm (or at least she thought it was Grimm, yet more serious and well...grim.) but also other beings as well. She did not recognize most but some of the faces were familiar, such as the three males she had seen that one time on the mountain as well as the man named Earl she had encountered while questioning the strange witch lady.
She thought about the deity's words after the 'vision' had faded. "So the fate of everything lies in the hands of a powerful being." she thought in distaste.
"I suppose she must be stopped... or convinced otherwise." Syrax commented.
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