Weapons

PROSECUTOR

All this in service of one purpose. You have their attention. Let's see if you can keep it.

 Emmett stands in the wasteland, cloak being tugged and pulled in the wind. 

 She stares back at him, blue eyes wide and unseeing.

  The 'sky' above them is an endless blue field, devoid of clouds or sun despite the fact this realm is shrouded in constant light. It's freezing but not in the way you can cover up from- a type of cold that sinks to your bones. The ground looks like snow, but Emmett knows it is not. He does not sink like he would in snow, and he cannot move it. It feels more like stone. 

 Emmett approaches the Emissary, and she simply stares. Once he gets close enough, she begins to speak. Her mouth does not move. 

 "The title of Dredgen Shrike seeps through your bones like being submerged in freezing water." Her voice echoes around him. "The Nine have watched how it has taken you over."

 Emmett grips his Malfeasance tighter at his side.

 "They do not wish to end you. The Nine are curious." If she ever moved, if she even could, he felt like she would have been staring into him. "You are a curious being in this world. You have both let the darkness grip you by the neck, and sunk your very jaws into its neck. Mutualism. You let it infect your very soul, and in turn, it gives you the power to destroy what you see fit.".

 A cold wind whips through the area, getting harsher. 

 "Tell me Guardian, will you break under the pressure? Or will you flourish with this new power?" Her body starts to fade into a blue glow. "And most of all: Have you made peace with the fact those you love hate you most now?"