>>6321872>loved the update sunthanks anon.
>>6321880>should have her powers confiscatedkek
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<span class="mu-r">“There will be much pain from here to the night I met Ansàrra. I can show you all of it, if you so wish.”</span>
>The long route to the end. You will see every misery. Perhaps a way to lengthen the span of your life, with the Trial about to cut it short…Water rushes in.
It fills the cave, it fills your ears, it rumbles forward and carries you and the Stilladìa.
Perhaps the flood is now trying to wash the rock off the presence of one of the Seven.
You would not know.
There is, once again, so much to think about.
Ansàrra’s and Her role in all this.
What you are going to do with your friends, when you come back from here.
How much time you still have left.
There is a tiny gnawing part of you that pulls you towards seeing all you can from this. Retrace every memory, just to push the Trial that much forward, that much further down, so you will not have to think about it, about what the future has in store for you.
What Ansàrra has in store for you… or perhaps what you can gain from it.
Your heart rattles, piece by piece, until the scene changes again, light spreads through the water and the current smashes you against another alcove, but this time—
It’s out in the open.
You shake off rivulets of water, which leave your body dry in just a few moments. The memory of the flood evaporating off you, while it doesn’t seem to even touch the Stilladìa, who sifts through her own memories with the confidence of who has lived through them.
Further ahead, Bragia Lacresta sputters. The flood has pushed her out of a spring. Helias is wrapped all around her, his new body acting as a shield. He blinks, his golden eyes glowing of inner light, while Bragia’s one green is red and puffy.
Her hand, the pale one that still belongs to her, reaches out for his face. She bites her lip, shudders and turns her head to push it against his ooze-like body, shaken by sobs, rising into the night air.
“There will be much pain from here to the night I met Ansàrra. I can show you all of it, if you so wish.”
You reach out to rub your own hand.
The one She burned.
Perhaps you can indeed find all the answers you desire at the end of this, but if the final answer must be a molten waterfall of gold…
“Yes,” you reply.
…then you will shave off just a bit more time.
[cont.]
Will continue with a much larger update after this. Currently very tired and I will leave it at this for now, but I still wanted to leave you with something after a day and a half. Thanks for reading, I will see you soon. 