Chapter 29
It had been only two days since Korgan, Karyana and Baratius, along with the
barbarian's kinsmen, had arrived at the Shrine, and already, the air was thick
with the stench of war.
Criers and scouts had reported an immense army, ten thousand strong, advancing
towards Bolestra. The fortified city had spent the last month readying for war,
doing all the proper rituals to make sure that none of their dead would rise
against them. The city had also called on every available men and women who
were of age to fight, and had the children and elderly folk evacuate south-west
towards the merchant towns of Myst and Solas, as well as to the military city
of Ravenhold.
The week-long journey allowed the weaker ones a place of refuge, though the
harsh weather did little to aid their slow pace and dwindling morale.
At the main hall, which had been turned into a temporary war room, the
atmosphere was tense. Yu Shaia had scouted as far as his elvish skills could
let him without being noticed, staying in the shadows of what rock formation or
trees were available. His report was far from rejoicing.
"It looks like the enemy has risen an army from the Underdeep." The
elven ranger spoke. "At least half of the army is composed of cadavers and
skeletons. I couldn't tell how many of those were once human, but they were of
all shapes and sizes. Planars bless us that none of them have flying
corpses."
Pointing to the unfurled map, he tapped a bridge that separated the Bolestran
territory of the rest of the Snowrift province. "They already marched
across the Oakchill
Bridge, and are heading
this way. If my estimates are correct, they should be here tomorrow, around
nightfall."
Korgan let out a huffed sigh. "That only leaves us thirty hours before
they strike the Shrine… and since they are marching westward, they will
probably strike down any potential stragglers."
The young elf clenched a fist. "There's more. The trackers have spotted a
dozen catapults being towed by the enemy. The numbers also account for a three
thousand Dun-elf soldiers and at least a thousand creatures of demonic
blood."
Onyx rubbed his beard, not liking those numbers. "If any of them have the
power to raise the fallen, those three thousand grey-skins could just be
expendables to protect the catapults and the demons."
Alban rubbed his hands to keep warm, but also due to his growing concern.
"They'll probably force us into a siege. If that happens, we would only
have enough fresh water for a few days at least. I wouldn't be surprised if
they tried to sow salt and spoil the wells…"
The high priest had heard of such underhanded tactics. Spoiling or burning
lands and drying up or poisoning wells was not uncommon a strategy amongst
warlords, and Karlak the Merciless, who once held most of Medierth under his
boot, had used such military madness to turn any potential loss into a phyrric
victory for the rebel forces that stood in his way.
Meilin took a deep breath as she looked back at the map. "I was able to
send ethereal scouts of my own, and there are even grimmer news." She
spoke, looking at everyone in the room. "The three different enemy
factions are each being led by a general. Before the scouts were dispelled by
demonic magic, I was able to see and identify them."
Pulling out three sheets of wood-pulp parchment, the illusionist revealed the
three pictures. "The leader of the cadaverous forces resembles Kadlak the
Merciless, but I am guessing his bones had been plundered long before the
forces assembled." She explained, placing a finger against the drawn portraits
of a disheveled skeleton, dressed as a warlord, the only feature that was not
hidden in thick, spike-covered armor was a skull that seemed wrapped in flames.
Korgan let out a dread-filled sigh. "So they brought back Medierth's
most-feared ruler for this one battle… No. I'm almost certain that Karlak would
not have agreed to lead such forces only to claim this temple. He will likely
raise a new army from our dead and ravage Medierth as he once did over a
hundred years ago…"
Arius stretched his limbs before examining the map. "So that means we have
to fight through thousands of rotters to take him out? Not exactly an easy
thing to do…"
Meilin barely looked at the spellblade before focusing on the second picture.
"The second general seemed to be Xamaris, the necro-alchemist."
Alban shook his head. "Xamaris is also known as the Slayer of Cald. It was
said that he created an army of mutated dead made from stitched-together
cadavers and unleashed them to destroy every man, woman and child in the
lordship of Cald." He explained, remembering what he had learned from his
classes in Ravenhold's Academia. "However, he had made the mistake of
standing against Kadlak in his early days, and his army was entirely decimated
by the warlord's sorcerers and clerics."
The elvish spell-sword rubbed his chin. "I'm guessing then that the Dun-Elf
forces are probably necromancers, fell priests or battle-mages." He
concluded. "This means that if the Dun-Elf forces are defeated, the lion's
share of the rotters will turn to ashes."
"Perhaps…" Meilin added before tapping on the third picture, which
showed the grisly, and very much familiar face, of the last general. "But
that now leads to the third general…"
Allision, who had remained quiet throughout
the gathering, gasped when she saw the face of the third warlord.
"Pison…"
Meilin nodded. "Yes. Iron-Chain Pison… however, through the ethereal
scouts, I was able to identify a dark strain of mana emitted from him. A dark,
forbidden magic that was said to have been banished over a century ago. The
gruesome art of sangromancy."
Korgan cocked an eyebrow. "Sangromancy? Are you saying he can manipulate
blood? If so, how do you expect us to defeat him, if he control the very blood
in our veins?"
Alban scratched his head. "What about the demonic forces? Any idea what we
are up against?"
The illusionist let out a sigh. "I'm sorry. Before I could see them, my
scouts were… disposed of by enemy magic."
The red-haired half-elf looked worried. "Which means that they are aware
that we know of their whereabouts…"
"Yet, they didn't hasten their attack." Arius responded, rubbing his
temples. "Why? Why give us time to be ready, when they could simply march
on us?"
Onyx placed his axe against the table. "You don't know war that well,
don't you? A forced march, under heavy snow and terrible conditions means that
their forces - the ones that live and breathe, I mean �" would be unable to
fight or push us into a blockade if they can't stand on their own two feet. A
good general knows that the hungry make the best soldiers, but the sick and
starving are worthless."
"Unless those sick and starving are made into living corpses…" the
high priest replied. "This means that we will need all our clerics to
prepare a barrier so that the undead cannot pass these walls."
Arius nodded. "Clever. That only means we have four thousand grey-skins
and a thousand demons to deal with." He spat with blatant sarcasm.
"What do you expect us to do? Launch preemptive strikes?"
Yu Shaia took a moment to think. "Actually, that might not be such a bad
idea. If we can ambush them at Briar
Pass…" he commented,
pointing at the forest line that was at the bottom of the plateau where the
Shrine rested at its top, "…we can stop their catapults. Those machines
will take time to disassemble and reassemble, so we can dwindle their numbers
with guerrilla tactics."
Baratius examined the plans with contempt. "Pff… you think too hard of
things." He argued. "My kinsmen can easily smash those bones. Our
shamans told us that the dead cannot shamble without their heads, and crushing
skulls is one thing the Strongmaul clan can do!"
Korgan wanted to talk back, but he knew that the brash young barbarian was
right. Each member of the clan was worth ten armed clerics in battle, and each
of them had their own prowess and fighting styles. Already, Ukrid had joined
Alban and Yu Shaia's scouts, while Urdo and Mirri had been helping the clerics
and archers in perfecting their arrows and bows since they arrived. Ior, Throd
and most of the others had helped build extra fortifications, the latter being
the most useful, as his imposing size and immense strength helped him pull
levers and raise pillars faster than a pair of oxen could with ropes and
harnesses.
Turalyon took in the given information and waited for the group to stop
formulating plans before speaking. "There are some questions that I've
been wondering. For instance, how many of our own men can wield magic? And how
many defenders do we possess? Not to mention a very important issue…"
Onyx cocked an eyebrow. "And what issue are you talking about?"
The battlemage looked at the only empty chair of the table. "Where did
Karyana disappear to? She should be here with all of us!"
-----
Pison looked on silently through the obsidian pool that reflected inside the
walls of the temple. "Everything is falling in place…" he grimly
uttered, finding a sadistic sense of irony in the situation. "How naive of
them to think they can conceal secrets from us…"
The heavy, stomping steps of the armored skeletal warlord broke the mercenary's
concentration. "We didn't come here to simply spy on them!" Karlak
spoke in a raspy tone, his teeth clattering on each spoken word.
"Enough noise out of you…" Xamaris gruffly replied. "How can I
concentrate when your chattering and prancing about is giving me a
headache?"
The undead warlord pulled out his jagged war sword and pointed it at the
necromancer. "You're lucky I need your skills, necromancer, or I would
have cut your head off of your shoulders!"
The demonic mercenary pulled out his whip and cracked it, stopping the heated
argument. "Enough!" he shouted before looking back at Karlak.
"Master Xelnos did not raise you from the dead just to bicker
endlessly…" Turning to look at the necro-alchemist, his expression turned
grimmer still. "And as for you, I expect your… abilities can keep those
fools from turning the tide…"
Xamaris let out a sigh. "You underestimate me, demon. All of the Dun-elves
have been perfectly lobotomized. The only thing those fools can think about now
is of obeying orders and slaughtering anyone or anything that stands against
us."
"Is that also why you forced my men to wear those blasted
contraptions?" the skeletal warlord retorted, stabbing the ground with his
serrated sword. "I have seen such deviousness before used on boggarts and
goblins."
Pison had to admire the necro-alchemist's deviousness. He had successfully
grafted into the bodies of the Dun-Elves a wonder of mad science. As soon as
the heart would stop, the machinery would activate, turning the dead body into
an incendiary mortar, blasting anyone and anything in its vicinity. Nine
thousand troops, each attached with these bombs, could cripple the resistance
forces and turn their measly barriers and walls to rubble.
"Your skeletal forces are easily replaceable." The only human of the
three generals answered. "Sending them to destroy their fortifications
will easily create more corpses than you can raise. Imagine their agony when
they die by the hands of those that were once their own…"
"I would imagine their suffering to be even greater once they learn that
one of their own… was the key to their downfall." The demonic mercenary
spoke, before all three generals burst into fits of sadistic cackles.
"Now, we march onto Briar
Pass!"
------
Karyana huffed and wheezed as she finished climbing the staircase to the
highest bell-tower of the Shrine �" the one dedicated to Lady Asuna. The air was
sparse and cold, which made her breathing more difficult, and her fingers were
already fighting off the cold, her fur-layered mittens barely keeping her from
suffering from frostbite.
She didn't want this war. That was the first thing she had in mind when she
marched towards Baratius' camp grounds. However, she had no choice to
participate, as the waves of destruction had already started to appear in the
horizon as trees were cut down for firewood, weapons and catapults �" the latter
she could barely see as night was falling.
There were no options left, and she couldn't take it. The enemy was moving
closer, and she knew that, unless something was done, it would be an absolute
slaughter. Catapults could breach walls �" just a single opening would let the
enemy charge through.
Allision had told her what happened hours ago at the meeting, and rather than
steel her resolve, it only made her doubt her presence on the coming
battlefield. Part of her had been trained for battle, but even her memories of
being Kaina wouldn't be enough.
Looking up to the sky, she noticed the moon was barely covered by clouds, and
shone almost entirely. Even the stars seemed to shine brighter than before, as
if they were filled with the hope she was trying to find.
Kneeling down next to the immense brass bell that would normally ring for
alerts and ceremonies, she closed her eyes, put her palms together, folded her
fingers and leant slightly to pray. "Planars, please… hear the plea of one
who only wishes for peace." She began, her tone betraying how nervous and
scared she was. "I suffered so much in my years… I don't want my friends
to die because of me… I beg of you… give me the strength to end this war…"
------
Korgan had gathered everyone who could wield arms to Raemu's temple. The room
was filled with men and women standing, all wearing armors of different quality
�" from simple padded leather to sturdy chains covered by steel plates. The
majority of them held spears, bows or swords, aside from the barbarians who
carried far more exotic, and brutal-looking, weapons.
The high priest rose his hands as he gazed at the immense statue of the
silver-haired Planar-knight. "On this night, as the storm of war comes to
us, we find ourselves pleading for your holy protection, Lord Raemu, keeper of
the just, divine paladin that rules over all who raise their swords against the
darkness." He spoke, almost shouting, the ceremonial prayer. "As your
humble servants and devoted soldiers, we, as one, beseech you to grant us your
blessing in the coming times. Please, show us a sign that you will not led our
hands go astray, and lead us in our quest to protect those that must be shielded
from the coming evil…"
Amongst the crowd that had gathered were all of the capable men and women that
believed in the righteous hand of the Aspect of Justice, along with others who
believed in the words of other Planars. Followers of Scyens �" Turalyon being
among their numbers �" were not as certain about the power of the sword over
that of magic, but they had gathered out of obligation. The followers of
Eligius �" Yu Shaia and Alban being among the smaller group �" knew that praying
to the Wildbearer meant little without the strength to wield arms, but they
were praying halfheartedly, as nature was truly their strengths.
Karyana, Allision and Meilin remained silent as they prayed. The latter had
stopped believing in the might of the Planars long ago, after her kidnapping by
cultists of Xelnos, led by the now-general Xamaris. Yet, she pantomimed her
prayers, if only to give herself a reason to believe in any way to keep her
yet-to-be-born daughter safe. She had known of the gender of the child thanks an
old friend, Cassandria of Xenethil Keep, a druid who had chosen to believe in
both Lady Asuna and Eligius, making her a valuable comrade and a well-trained
diviner.
Allision and Karyana did not want this war to happen. However, while the former
was praying to Raemu for a quick end to the coming conflict, the latter kept
praying to the Alabaster Maiden, even in the Planar-Knight's temple. Though
such a thing would be seen as an affront to the Planar, no one took notice as
they were all praying for their own reasons.
-----
Raemu seemed angered at the prayers that reached his ears. So many felt
discordant, some even untrue. "What are those mortals thinking?" he
asked himself, having trouble making sense of everything that was voiced to
him. "The times are for war, not tests of faith!"
Lady Asuna took a series of light steps as she walked into the Planar's
personal dimension �" a cathedral of war, where every stained glass window was
framed with swords and spears, the chandeliers made of shields and torches
fabricated in clubs and other wooden weapons. Everything seemed to have been
made from discarded weapons, even the throne where the Planar-Knight sat, a
complex chair crafted of every single type of sword ever created.
"My Lord…" she whispered, adding a graceful twirl to her bow.
The Planar-Knight did not look amused. "Now is not the time for prancing
about, White Dancer!" he shouted as he got up from his throne. "What
do you want?"
Asuna flashed a mysterious smile. "I wish to help you."
"You? Why…" was all Raemu spoke before breaking in a fit of laughter.
"Honestly, what could someone like you do? Your role is to light the skies
at night, not to fight others' battles!"
The Alabaster Maiden straightened herself, giving the steel-eyed Planar a
piercing stare. "My 'role', as you so call it, is to make sure that those
who believe in me know that I am there for them, and so is yours!"
"Don't you dare insult me in my own domain!" the Aspect of Justice
retorted angrily. "Have you not heard their pleas and prayers? They have
little faith in themselves, let alone in us!"
Lady Asuna smiled anew. "Not everyone believes in war, and many doubt that
this is even worthy of battle. Unless I am mistaken, many of them believe they
should be protecting their children and family, rather than this Shrine."
Raemu relaxed the grip on the sword he almost unsheathed. "And how am I
supposed to aid them if all they do is pray for the battle never to come, when
it is only hours away?"
"Simple." The silver-skinned Planar-Lady answered. "If they do
not believe in you, then who do they believe in?"
The Planar-Knight was about to answer when he thought about the question.
"Hmm… some prayers were addressed to Scyens, Prolectae, Eligius and… and
to you."
"You see? You do need my help!" The young woman spoke, tip-toeing
away from the armored man and towards the doors. As she approached them, one of
them opened as Progeny, Scyens and Prolectae entered.
The Childlord was dressed in what seemed like a child's version of armor �" a
steel-like breastplate covering more than the breast, as well as his brass
wristbands and crown -, as well as a short tunic that was almost next to skin,
due to the added weight of the protection.
Prolectae wore no armor of her own, aside from a reinforced brassiere and some
mildy garish arm guards. Though her pregnant belly was showing against the
tight robe she wore, she seemed almost battle-ready, with a steel gaze in her
eyes, her fiery mane flowing down her back.
Scyens wore his usual scholar's robes, if only with a bit more protection, as
metallic accessories had been added to his hat and overcoat, and was holding
his staff with both hands. Rather than leaning on the mildly crooked war-staff,
he held in as if a lance.
"And all of ours as well…" Asuna added. "What say thee?"
"I say that your illusions are not convincing." Raemu said,
unsheathing his sword before striking the ground with it. The makeshift forms
of the Planars vanished like sand in the wind. "But you do have a
point…" he added before sheathing his sword. "If you wish to aid me,
then I will accept… on one condition."
The Alabaster Maiden knew that her magic, outside of its celestial plane, was
weakened, but she had planned for something like this to happen. "Name
it."
-----
Ukrid was quickly pacing along the parapets �" running would be a better word,
if anyone else could follow his walk without sprinting -, keeping an eye on the
approaching forces. Being already quite nervous and hasty, he made sure
everyone and everything was set and ready in case of enemy forces climbing the
walls.
He was surprised one of thing, though: Yu Shaia's scouting party should have
returned by now. They had left their leader to pray with the others while they
would catch the enemy by surprise and perhaps decimate one of their catapults.
Even Arius had decided to participate, but there was no news of him.
Taking a moment to stretch his arms, he looked up in the night-sky… only to see
something large coming his way. "Incoming!" he shouted before dodging
out of the way.
Rather than being a rock, or even a corpse, the projectile was the
barely-breathing and heavily-bloodied body of one of the scouts.
One of the soldiers rushed over to the crippled scout and knelt next to his
agonizing comrade. "Wren! By the Planars, what happened?"
"They… they knew… we…" was all the mortally-wounded scout could say
before his life-breath left his lungs.
The soldier's head drooped low as he slid the scout's pupils closed. Looking at
the broken body, he noticed something strange attached to the scout's studded
leather breastplate. A chained sphere, as if a loadstone, with a strange red
light that was dimming.
"What in the-" was all the soldier could say before the mechanism
activated, detonating the sphere, which blew a large hole in the parapet, as well
as taking out three more guards.
Ukrid has been quick enough to dodge the explosion, but the sight of the
devious device and the catastrophic consequences of it shook him to the core.
He had to run… he had to tell everyone…
Dashing down the stairs, he tried to ignore the screams of other scouts being
catapulted, then used as incendiary fodder against the Shrine.
The preemptive strike had failed… and the war had begun.
----
Arius looked back at the catapults as the last corpse was fired. "I must
admit, I didn't expect such devilish tricks from you, Pison."
The mercenary made a grim sneer. "Enough pleasantry." he hissed.
"Though I appreciate how you… gave us their tactics… there is something
you have to do now."
The spell-blade rested his hand on the hilt of his sword. "And what would
that be?"
"Simple." The demonic assassin spoke. "All you have to do is
make yourself look convincing…"
The elf turncoat unsheathed his sword and looked at the mercenary. "Oh, I
see now. You want me to crawl back to them, in the worst possible condition,
and to tell them how miserably I failed to stop you…"
Xamaris rolled his eyes. "Why not just kill him? I'm sure I can make a
very lovely stitch with his body. I never have experimented with an elvish
corpse before…"
Kalak pulled out his blade. "Why not let me do it? You can have the scraps
of skin that's left when I rip all of his bones out!"
Arius stabbed the ground with his sword, then readied two spells, one in each
hand. Before the two arguing generals could come to an agreement on who would
be the one to take the spell-sword on, two fireballs were launched from his
hands, causing two of the catapults to burst into flames, the debris and
shrapnel crushing scores of skeletons and Dun-elves.
"Why did you do this?" Pison said, pulling out his scimitar and
unfurling his whip.
"You wanted to make it look convincing, so I did." The elf replied.
"You didn't think I really cared about our little alliance, now did
you?"
The mercenary sneered. "I will bleed you dry…"
Arius pulled out his sword of the ground and readied another volley of spells,
once channeled into his sword. "Oh, and do make it look convincing…"
he scoffed, finding the irony of the situation to be worth every coin he was
paid to spy on the Shrine.
------
Korgan finished his prayer, and waited. He didn't know what more to say or do.
Even the explosions outside made the walls shake and dust from the ceiling fell
down. Most of the clerics and soldiers had begun to panic.
"This is too soon…" he muttered under his breath. "The enemy
advanced too quickly…"
Though everyone was rushing out of the temple room, Alban and the others stayed
put. "Korgan, I fear someone weaseled us."
"A traitor amongst our ranks? This couldn't have gone any worse…" the
high priest huffed in a long, painful sigh. "And I thought Raemu would
answer our prayers…"
A deep voice echoed in the halls of the Shrine. "Raemu has heard your
plea…"
Those who hadn't left the room looked skywards as a beam of golden light,
almost as bright as the midday sun, pierced through the rosarim that shone
light on the Planar-Knight's statue. As the light slowly started to fade, a
golden-winged creature, human in appearance, appeared. The divine messenger had
copper skin and golden hair, with pure white eyes that seemed to emit a silver
stream of sparks when he blinked, and wore a steel breastplate over a long
tunic. Wielding a long spear whose tip seemed to glisten in the starlight, the
creature folded his wings half-way before taking a step towards Korgan.
"I am Luriah, messenger of Raemu." The angelic warrior spoke, his
voice resounding not only in the halls, but in the heart of every warrior,
soldier and cleric. "My lord and master, force of justice in Medierth, has
heard your pleas. As his divine hand in this time of need, open your hearts to
his just light, and steel yourselves. You do not go to battle unheard, and you
will not waste away. Armors can be pierced… walls can be smashed… but courage
can only grow in adversity!"
Thrusting his spear upward, he shouted the last words. "Raemu is with you!
The Planars bless you all! Now fight for what you believe in!"
A booming war-cry was heard as the troops readied themselves, storming out of
the gate and onto the damaged parapets to wait for the enemy, ready to strike
true with their newly-found righteousness.
Korgan knelt down before Luriah. "Messenger of Raemu, I thank you for
rekindling their courage…" he spoke before he felt the angel's hand rest
on his shoulder.
"Rise, high priest." The creature spoke as his hand glowed with a
silvery light. "You will lead them to victory, as my Lord and Master
wishes it."
The priest felt a rush of power flow through him. It was like a primordial
flame had awakened in his mind and heart. Everything felt clear: this war was
inevitable, but it could be won… and it will be.
Luriah looked back at the others before walking towards them, stopping in front
of Onyx. "My Lord and Master has already blessed you before with the
knowledge of the forge." The messenger-angel commented. "But you will
stand with your comrades against the darkness. Steel yourself." Before the
dwarf could understand, the angel touched the tip of his spear against Onyx's
axe. In moments, the blade lost all dents and signs of rust. The weapon now
shone like mythril, its blade perfectly-sharpened �" enough to slice through
wind.
Stepping over to Yu Shaia, Luriah first examined Meilin. "Though you have
lost your faith, by the end of this conflict, you will believe…" he
muttered sternly before looking back at the elvish ranger. "As for you,
though you have lost many a comrade before the war reached your walls, your
swords will avenge the fallen. Wield them now, and defeat the unholy
dead!" Grasping the pommels of both of the elf's blades, the angel
unsheathed them after stabbing his spear in the ground.
Yu Shaia could only gaze in awe as his two blades �" an elvish longsword and a
man-made short sword �" glowed and crackled with energy, as the former was
enveloped in a tiny spire of flames, the latter ensorceled with the might of
Frostreach itself as the blade seemed cold in the ranger's hand once he wielded
it.
Luriah took a look at Alban. "My Lord and Master has blessed you with his
sword. There is little more I can do for you, but grant you his strength. May
your sword strike just and true…"
Alban felt a twinge of disappointment that quickly dissipated when he felt the
same burning energy that burned within Korgan's body. Had he worn a metallic
armor, the plates and chains would have broken off as his frame lost all signs of
weariness and his arms lifted his great-sword with unearthly ease.
The messenger-angel then looked at Turalyon and Karyana. "There is little
my Lord and Master can do for you." He said to the battle-mage, then looked
at her with stern, piercing eyes, as if he was looking deep into her soul.
"I… remember you. I see what you once was… Laurinya Val'Kyr, who wished
for absolute freedom… Kaina Desteen, who sacrificed herself to save she who
shared her blood…"
Karyana stood paralyzed as the angel gazed upon her. "I am not the one who
will grant you aid… as she will, on the twilight of this war…"
The black-haired woman looked shocked as the angel took to the skies.
"Steel yourselves… and be victorious!" was all the creature said
before disap+pearing.
Allision looked back at her friend. "Kary… are you alright?"
"Raemu… doesn't want me…" she muttered, as if the shock of the
revelation had frozen her essence.
Meilin slowly got up. "That's just like them. Planars… more like divine
foppery!" she cursed under her breath. "Let's get to safety… maybe
there's something who needs our aid around here…"
Yu Shaia turned to look at his wife. "Let me help-"
"Don't even think about it!" the illusionist roughly spoke. "You
have your own battles to face, so get going!"
It took Allision a long moment, after Alban, Onyx, Korgan and Yu Shaia had
left, to help Karyana to her feet. "Come on, Kary… you need to rest…"
She didn't hear what the red-haired priestess said as her own thoughts came to
a painful conclusion. "If Raemu doesn't want me… do all Planars wish me
away? But if so… is there anyone who would want of me?"
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