[ Ah, but he is ever he who goes where chaos sleeps. Once more, harbinger of doom and condemnation. And yet, he has never lied to Anduin, child-like and soft and precious like beds of fresh snow, poured at dawns — Lan Wangji cannot learn this habit now, or tatter his trust.
He wears his resignation with pale, scattered dignity. When the words come, it is as if he recovers each from fish nets and sets them loose at sea again. ]
He, or the huntress. Their travels intersected.
[ As did the domain of their powers, stretched over the crumbled world of Taravast. He need not indicate the implications: that they surround themselves with creatures forged to feast on their weakness, to usurp their strength. That this is part and parcel of the wretched Merchant's rhetoric: the lieges of death seek to command them.
No subtlety rules them. They have already shown the ability to tighten their chokehold on their contingent, the deed of such conquest too easily done. ]
In Taravast, we fettered our necromancers. [ Wrath, yoked by Emilia's hand, gentle but firm. Wei Ying, locked to drink away the awareness the dead might seek to weaponise against him. ]
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He wears his resignation with pale, scattered dignity. When the words come, it is as if he recovers each from fish nets and sets them loose at sea again. ]
He, or the huntress. Their travels intersected.
[ As did the domain of their powers, stretched over the crumbled world of Taravast. He need not indicate the implications: that they surround themselves with creatures forged to feast on their weakness, to usurp their strength. That this is part and parcel of the wretched Merchant's rhetoric: the lieges of death seek to command them.
No subtlety rules them. They have already shown the ability to tighten their chokehold on their contingent, the deed of such conquest too easily done. ]
In Taravast, we fettered our necromancers. [ Wrath, yoked by Emilia's hand, gentle but firm. Wei Ying, locked to drink away the awareness the dead might seek to weaponise against him. ]