[ The shores of this realm not unlike those of Lucis. It it here that he often finds himself walking, leaving footprints behind in the sand that are subsequently erased by a wave seconds later. It is fitting for someone who has existed as a mere specter for over two millennia, and not unlike a phantom, he wanders not without a grim, impassive expression, a heavy solemnness untouched by the reality about him. Today, the waves are meager enough to not have washed away a previous wanderer's path. His gaze follows the trail of heavy-set prints up the shore, spotting the telling flicker of flame that dances upon a palm.
The Hero-Glaive lives. This is not as it should be. Once again, the thought that the Augur's power is truly mysterious casually comes and goes.
This is not a case of being brought to the isle from an earlier time, for the faint, webbed scarring upon the Glaive's skin is obvious to those who know to look for it: that is, those who are marked the same. All of the Line bear it upon their corpses, for all have sacrificed to the Ring to safeguard the future.
Somnus has no business with the Glaive, not when the price has been paid and the Oracle set on her way to deliver the Ring to the Chosen, but he can acknowledge the soldier with an astute lift of his chin. ] Glaive.
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The Hero-Glaive lives. This is not as it should be. Once again, the thought that the Augur's power is truly mysterious casually comes and goes.
This is not a case of being brought to the isle from an earlier time, for the faint, webbed scarring upon the Glaive's skin is obvious to those who know to look for it: that is, those who are marked the same. All of the Line bear it upon their corpses, for all have sacrificed to the Ring to safeguard the future.
Somnus has no business with the Glaive, not when the price has been paid and the Oracle set on her way to deliver the Ring to the Chosen, but he can acknowledge the soldier with an astute lift of his chin. ] Glaive.