Such is what Emet-Selch told himself as he lurked behind the scenes, watching the people of the First launch futile resistance against the greatest Lightwarden to ever walk their land. In the end they could do nothing of course. The Warrior had become an inexorable, monstrous force with the power of so much Light.
The Scions' time was coming to an end as well - he could see how they faltered here and there, the way their souls flickered vainly in their temporary shells. Whether they found a way home or not, their time on this shard would soon be done. They had managed to make a mess of his plans on the Source in the little time they had, but without their strongest piece to play, the Eighth Calamity was all but guaranteed.
He ought to be pleased. So why wasn't he?
Again, he found himself paging through the Warrior's journal. This was why. This damned thing. Had he, in fact, been too hasty to dismiss their potential? No. No, they had surely been dying then. So what if they remembered bits and pieces of the past? It wouldn't have saved them.
He took himself to where the Lightwarden had last been sighted. It would be the first time he had tried to approach it since watching its birth. As ever, it was surrounded by a host of lesser sin eaters. He kept his distance in case the beast chose to attack him, calling out to get its attention.
"Hail, sinner," he says sardonically. "I see you've made some new friends."
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god I'm so sorry for delay orz
Date: 2020-11-30 07:56 am (UTC)Such is what Emet-Selch told himself as he lurked behind the scenes, watching the people of the First launch futile resistance against the greatest Lightwarden to ever walk their land. In the end they could do nothing of course. The Warrior had become an inexorable, monstrous force with the power of so much Light.
The Scions' time was coming to an end as well - he could see how they faltered here and there, the way their souls flickered vainly in their temporary shells. Whether they found a way home or not, their time on this shard would soon be done. They had managed to make a mess of his plans on the Source in the little time they had, but without their strongest piece to play, the Eighth Calamity was all but guaranteed.
He ought to be pleased. So why wasn't he?
Again, he found himself paging through the Warrior's journal. This was why. This damned thing. Had he, in fact, been too hasty to dismiss their potential? No. No, they had surely been dying then. So what if they remembered bits and pieces of the past? It wouldn't have saved them.
He took himself to where the Lightwarden had last been sighted. It would be the first time he had tried to approach it since watching its birth. As ever, it was surrounded by a host of lesser sin eaters. He kept his distance in case the beast chose to attack him, calling out to get its attention.
"Hail, sinner," he says sardonically. "I see you've made some new friends."