In a universe where rebirth is as unavoidable as death, to be ripped away from the circle of life and forced to live in limbo is a fate that no soul would wish ever to befall itself. Yet, that is the story of Raxyas. His is one of the many souls con...
Raxyas and Bazren were guided to one of the fortress' rooms, to rest. The one leading them was one of the members of Incola, a member which Raxyas recognized. It was the undead with entirely black eyes. Upon reaching the room, she turns to Raxyas.
Black: I'd like a word with you. In private, if possible.
Bazren walks into the room alone. Immediately, Raxyas feels a sharp pain in his head.
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Then, just as fast as it came, it was gone. The curse didn't seem to appreciate this undead's presence.
Black: Are you okay?
Bazren: Raxyas gets headaches every one in a while, says he's used to it by now... He's fine.
Raxyas: Yeah... I'm okay.
Black: Alright... Wait, you. Bazren, right? Take this key, and lock the door. Always lock the door. Even if you're not inside the room.
The undead hands Bazren a key. Then, Raxyas and her make their way through a corridor in front of their room. It appeared she was leading him to a more secluded part of the fortress, where they would not be within earshot of Bazren or anybody else. As they walk, Raxyas hears a voice seemingly coming from inside his head. It was Bazren's voice.
Bazren (comm): Raxyas? I hope you can hear me. We shouldn't trust that undead. We shouldn't trust anyone in here at all... Can you activate your communicator while you speak? Whatever she has to say, it may be of use not only to us, but for master Qu, too. Master, are you there?
Shortly after, Qu's voice is heard.
Qu (comm): Yes Bazren, I'm here. Thank you for putting your talk with Ilka through as well, I was able to hear it in its entirety... Raxyas, whatever that undead has to say to you, see if you can find out anything about the location of the boxes. From what I could gather, that fortress seems to be rather large. It would be best if Bazren isn't left to explore all of it in search of the hidden knowledge...
Raxyas hears them both loud and clear. Upon reaching a more quiet place with the other undead, she speaks to him.
Black: I know you don't know me. But I know you... Xayn told me about you.
Raxyas was surprised.
Raxyas: Xayn? You know him?!
Black: ... I do. I'm sorry I couldn't speak with you sooner, but I couldn't afford to raise suspicion. Even now, the time we have to speak is somewhat limited. It won't be long until someone walks by... So, please just listen.
Raxyas nods.
Black: My name is Tentoria. You've probably never heard of me, I am not a redeemer like you. I don't hail from any citadel.
Even though she was no redeemer, judging from the size of her vessel her power was not to be underestimated. Her eyes pitch black. No pupils.
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