the voice of the mystic that had spoken to him after he put on the ring, that had declared him lacking; that had been thunderous, magical. and the statue that had come to life to aid him too, had been nothing but stone, armor that somnus was notably lacking.
still, somehow, he recognizes the voice. perhaps because his power is still from the kings of old, an ancient, burning source he can feel; but distantly, his power dimmed because of it. not something tied to regis or even noctis, but them.
and so, he hears the title glaive, and looks up, thinking it's the prince in front of him. but the clothes are wrong, as is the hair, and the voice. and when he realizes it, the fire doesn't go out, but his fist does close, like he wishes he could summon the daggers he's lacking in them.
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the voice of the mystic that had spoken to him after he put on the ring, that had declared him lacking; that had been thunderous, magical. and the statue that had come to life to aid him too, had been nothing but stone, armor that somnus was notably lacking.
still, somehow, he recognizes the voice. perhaps because his power is still from the kings of old, an ancient, burning source he can feel; but distantly, his power dimmed because of it. not something tied to regis or even noctis, but them.
and so, he hears the title glaive, and looks up, thinking it's the prince in front of him. but the clothes are wrong, as is the hair, and the voice. and when he realizes it, the fire doesn't go out, but his fist does close, like he wishes he could summon the daggers he's lacking in them.
his eyes narrow. ]
You're one of them.