[Though he had only recently been guided back to the Source, the aetherial sea had ever been his domain— the 'Underworld,' it had once been called, though the name had long fallen out of favor, forgotten as so many other things had been over countless millennia as divided souls lived their lives without knowing what came before.
As such, it was quite plain to him when someone or something entered the aetherial sea that ought not to be there.
It had happened some months back, as well— as far as he could tell, though the passage of time on the Source was difficult to measure from this place, where it held no meaning— but that time, it had been several souls, aided by Sharlayan tools.
Now, it was only one, and he knew that color well, even dimmed as it was.
Of course it would be her.
There's no telling how long she looks before his voice reaches her, but it pierces through the rolling waves of aether, even as his countenance is nowhere to be seen.]
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As such, it was quite plain to him when someone or something entered the aetherial sea that ought not to be there.
It had happened some months back, as well— as far as he could tell, though the passage of time on the Source was difficult to measure from this place, where it held no meaning— but that time, it had been several souls, aided by Sharlayan tools.
Now, it was only one, and he knew that color well, even dimmed as it was.
Of course it would be her.
There's no telling how long she looks before his voice reaches her, but it pierces through the rolling waves of aether, even as his countenance is nowhere to be seen.]
You don't belong here, hero.