>>5402166This is probably a terrible idea, but you find yourself going along with it.
Set doesn’t have anything to gain in the immediate moment by screwing with you, and he knows that he’s in hot water as it is. Therefore, this can’t possibly backfire too badly, can it?
Before you decide either way, you decide to reach out to Pandion for his take on the situation.
> “Pandion? Are you alright with this? I mean, the Claw is basically your home now and I’m fine with telling Set to back off if you’re against it.”“I TRUST YOUR JUDGEMENT, WARRIOR. IF YOU ARE WILLING, THEN SO AM I! NOTHING VENTURED, NOTHING GAINED!”
So be it then.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OSG1ZD3HV9g&list=PLh0eDWMqpJQwDBphh1h-5erDz1EM8j5Lh&index=18You give Set a wordless nod and bring out the Claw, growing slightly more apprehensive as Set begins to chant in an unfamiliar tongue and blood-red energy begins to crackle at his fingertips.
At the apex of his power, Set points towards the Claw and vibrant bolts of magical energy shoot directly into its base.
There’s a modest degree of pain involved, but you’re able to weather it without too much difficulty, barring one moment where you nearly lose your nerve and back out.
When Set finishes with his little ritual, you don’t feel any different at all. You were honestly half-expecting to have grown taller or stronger or something given the concentrated energy that Set pumped the Claw full of.
It’s at that exact moment of introspection that you notice how your duo has inexplicably become a trio.
From out of nowhere, a figure begins to materialize in front of both you and Set; a stout warrior in full armor wielding a crescent shield and a xiphos.
From the gaps in his helm, you can see that he’s an older man, with dashes of salt-and-pepper coloring his otherwise dark hair. Despite the maladies of age, he’s clearly in fighting trim and carries himself with the poise and caution of a man that’s braved many a battlefield.
You brace yourself for the worst, that Set accidentally summoned another bloodthirsty enemy intent on claiming your head.
But instead of advancing towards you or making any other kind of hostile movement, the figure just mutters to himself before dropping his weaponry and collapsing to his knees.
You carefully approach him, silently cursing yourself for not packing anything heavier than a pistol. It’ll have to do, should things turn ugly.
When you get close enough to make out his words, you discover that he’s speaking in a dialect of Ancient Greek that you’re able to understand and communicate back with.
You get down on one knee and try to grab his attention.
