( Alem is in ruins, and she has little hope for its beacon. They'll keep traveling east, keep stumbling on mirrors and dark water. It seems endless, but she pushes that thought aside, so unhelpful that it is. There's only the next step forward.
She looks to Wrathion, this grim understanding and unease shared. Feels a bit stronger than she did only a moment ago, her stomach no longer so empty. With a lone nod, she moves to follow him, to place further distance between herself and this forsaken place. )
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No, never that.
( Alem is in ruins, and she has little hope for its beacon. They'll keep traveling east, keep stumbling on mirrors and dark water. It seems endless, but she pushes that thought aside, so unhelpful that it is. There's only the next step forward.
She looks to Wrathion, this grim understanding and unease shared. Feels a bit stronger than she did only a moment ago, her stomach no longer so empty. With a lone nod, she moves to follow him, to place further distance between herself and this forsaken place. )