So, this Tarnished is quite the observant one. She is correct in her observations: the footsoldiers she strikes down are unending and will return eventually, the beasts of this land are stuck in the same cycles. It is only the gods that may yet be able to be killed, but of that, even Ranni isn't certain.
"You may find the occasional soul with their wits about them," she adds, almost gentle, like she's breaking in bad news. Because she is doing exactly that. "But the order of this land is broken, and yet undying, and the Golden Order oversees all. The Two Fingers still govern all. They rule and yet they do not seek to heal."
Dawn light is starting to steal over the frost-frozen ground, and when Ranni tilts her head up to look at the horizon, weak sunlight catches her face briefly.
"How long will it be, I wonder, before the Tarnished tire of obesiance toward the Two Fingers?" she asks
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So, this Tarnished is quite the observant one. She is correct in her observations: the footsoldiers she strikes down are unending and will return eventually, the beasts of this land are stuck in the same cycles. It is only the gods that may yet be able to be killed, but of that, even Ranni isn't certain.
"You may find the occasional soul with their wits about them," she adds, almost gentle, like she's breaking in bad news. Because she is doing exactly that. "But the order of this land is broken, and yet undying, and the Golden Order oversees all. The Two Fingers still govern all. They rule and yet they do not seek to heal."
Dawn light is starting to steal over the frost-frozen ground, and when Ranni tilts her head up to look at the horizon, weak sunlight catches her face briefly.
"How long will it be, I wonder, before the Tarnished tire of obesiance toward the Two Fingers?" she asks