listen to the singing wind

Gwyn was willing to enter the danger with him, despite not being a fighter herself. It would be his solemn duty to protect her out there, and he intended to do exactly that. He touched the handle of his sword for a second, as if to draw comfort from the cold steel. “I am” He said, smiling at Gwyn, and with that the two of them left the safety of the Armada and journeyed to the strange occurrence.

They arrived under the red glow of the strange sun, and the moment they stepped into the spike-laden territory, an eerie howl lifted through the metal obstacles. “Wind… I believe.” he muttered softly to Gwyn, but he wasn’t entirely sure.


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