4/1/2026, 5:35 PM
Skill: Warrior
Dimas stood before the three portals in silence. The Dream Visitor waited listlessly off to the side, eyes averted, solemn and resigned - whoever this spirit was, he was surely not sent of Houtu. He was unclean. Unfit.
It was not a difficult decision to make.
An eternity of peace redeemed - what other choice was there for this miserable creature trapped beneath the Isle? Even if they succeeded in freeing him, he may very well turn his madness on those who had fought so hard to break his chains. No; the wolf was too far gone, too tortured, too steeped in centuries of agony and suffocating loneliness. The strangled howls tearing out of his throat told Dimas as much.
It would be a mercy killing.
He distantly noticed a pale she-wolf who looked familiar, but nothing more.
It was not a difficult decision to make.
An eternity of peace redeemed - what other choice was there for this miserable creature trapped beneath the Isle? Even if they succeeded in freeing him, he may very well turn his madness on those who had fought so hard to break his chains. No; the wolf was too far gone, too tortured, too steeped in centuries of agony and suffocating loneliness. The strangled howls tearing out of his throat told Dimas as much.
It would be a mercy killing.
Отдых,the grizzled man uttered under his breath. A few others - a scant few, he observed with some disappointment - amid all these other fools trying to save a lost cause! - had the same idea, and he threw himself into the mix with fangs flashing.
He distantly noticed a pale she-wolf who looked familiar, but nothing more.
