[Sothis is right to think that revealing such information would make Byleth sound as if he were raving. Who would believe someone when they claimed to be the vessel for a god — and by the sounds of it, an ancient and powerful one? Even Liem is skeptical when faced with the claim.
And yet, the people drawn to Kenos to become shard-bearers are not normal individuals. Since being drawn from his world, he has met powerful mages, demons, and even other gods manifested in the flesh. He cannot say that Sothis's claim is too far-fetched to be believed.
It matters little. Liem has communed with gods. He has supped on divine blood, just as he has dined on human. He has weathered the mental assaults of beings more ancient than he could ever hope to become.]
I will accept your deal, Sothis. You may have what remains of my light.
[As he speaks, Liem presses a hand against his chest, as though holding it over his heart in solemn promise. But when he pulls it away, clutched in his palm is a dark, mottled stone the shape of an eight-pointed star.
His other hand he lifts to his mouth, using one long, sharp canine to pierce the pad of his thumb. From it wells not blood, but a dark and glistening sap, made viscous by the influence of the Oracle.]
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And yet, the people drawn to Kenos to become shard-bearers are not normal individuals. Since being drawn from his world, he has met powerful mages, demons, and even other gods manifested in the flesh. He cannot say that Sothis's claim is too far-fetched to be believed.
It matters little. Liem has communed with gods. He has supped on divine blood, just as he has dined on human. He has weathered the mental assaults of beings more ancient than he could ever hope to become.]
I will accept your deal, Sothis. You may have what remains of my light.
[As he speaks, Liem presses a hand against his chest, as though holding it over his heart in solemn promise. But when he pulls it away, clutched in his palm is a dark, mottled stone the shape of an eight-pointed star.
His other hand he lifts to his mouth, using one long, sharp canine to pierce the pad of his thumb. From it wells not blood, but a dark and glistening sap, made viscous by the influence of the Oracle.]