What do you mean GO to the light?

There is comfort in the warmth of Fic as they stand before the ominous outcroppings. He could really call them that though... They were foreboding. No, terrifying. Every time he looks at them, a shiver runs down his spine, but he also feels more drawn to them.

"How did these appear over night?" Scald speaks softly, more to himself than Fic. It would not be the first time that something like this had happened in his lifetime and by the looks of it, it probably wouldn't be the last. "A few years ago, ancient altars, these great statues, appeared throughout Boreas and Auster. Much like... Whatever these things are, but the sky didn't turn red then," his voice shakes a bit as he steps forward.

"No way I'd let you go it alone," he tries to smile and glance over to meet her green eyes, but quickly it flicks back to the towering spires. "Nothing good can come from this," Scald's lips wrinkle slightly as he stops again, only a few feet closer, eyes drawn up toward the sky where the redness still covers everything like a veil. Or was it something else?