If birds had hackles to raise, Skellig's would be fully bristled and up, with a thick sense of foreboding and apprehension surrounding his energy as they glide down towards the battlefield.
It is quiet, even with the echoes (stone does not scream, not like other materials) that are filtering through the expanse.
"I don't like any of this," he says, matter-of-factly.
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Date: 2024-12-21 03:26 am (UTC)It is quiet, even with the echoes (stone does not scream, not like other materials) that are filtering through the expanse.
"I don't like any of this," he says, matter-of-factly.