The fire would burn until it died. No one else would suffer their fate Nox hoped. He wasn't a religious person, nor was he steeped in tradition, but innocent people died today -- they deserved respect. Aurora would be proud of him.
But he didn't think long on his dead sister lest she show up in his mind. The darkness was enough to deal with in the shadows of the world. The further they went the deeper and darker it would get and the larger the horde grew Nox would feel more and more of their influence.
The menacing presence behind him grew in attunement as Allan spoke of killing Nova. Nox wove a spirit wedge and turned and sliced through Allan's weave even before it was fully formed. "Touch Nova and..." Nox didn't exactly threaten the rod of dominion. But he left it lingering as it was. There was an emptiness to his voice. Nox felt the emptiness of the power where he kept the darkness from touching him. But even that wasn't enough to stem their influence "The ones I can control can help us eradicate the rest and whatever creatures lurk in the depths of the tunnels."
Allan's eyes grew wide with the realization of what Nox said. His face grew red with rage. "How do we know you aren't the reason those people are dead?"
Nox growled. "You don't!" He turned on his heal weaving an wall of air around him that nearly encompassed the width and height of the tunnel around him in a 3 feet deep box, with him at the center. Nova scampered ahead of him. He tied the weave off so he could focus on other things. "You will have to trust me."
The wall was gone he'd erected earlier, and Marcus was returning to them. His eyes glowed red. Illusion and appearance never really seemed like something that was useful. "If the glow i helpful tie it off, no need to expend power on theatrics."
Nox nodded ahead of him. "I stored gear for the long journey up past the next junction." He said to the crowd behind him. He didn't care if they came or went at this point. The pain still seared from the horde's death. They were hunting, and Nox was hungry. Food would be required sooner rather than later.
But he didn't think long on his dead sister lest she show up in his mind. The darkness was enough to deal with in the shadows of the world. The further they went the deeper and darker it would get and the larger the horde grew Nox would feel more and more of their influence.
The menacing presence behind him grew in attunement as Allan spoke of killing Nova. Nox wove a spirit wedge and turned and sliced through Allan's weave even before it was fully formed. "Touch Nova and..." Nox didn't exactly threaten the rod of dominion. But he left it lingering as it was. There was an emptiness to his voice. Nox felt the emptiness of the power where he kept the darkness from touching him. But even that wasn't enough to stem their influence "The ones I can control can help us eradicate the rest and whatever creatures lurk in the depths of the tunnels."
Allan's eyes grew wide with the realization of what Nox said. His face grew red with rage. "How do we know you aren't the reason those people are dead?"
Nox growled. "You don't!" He turned on his heal weaving an wall of air around him that nearly encompassed the width and height of the tunnel around him in a 3 feet deep box, with him at the center. Nova scampered ahead of him. He tied the weave off so he could focus on other things. "You will have to trust me."
The wall was gone he'd erected earlier, and Marcus was returning to them. His eyes glowed red. Illusion and appearance never really seemed like something that was useful. "If the glow i helpful tie it off, no need to expend power on theatrics."
Nox nodded ahead of him. "I stored gear for the long journey up past the next junction." He said to the crowd behind him. He didn't care if they came or went at this point. The pain still seared from the horde's death. They were hunting, and Nox was hungry. Food would be required sooner rather than later.
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