[It had taken no persuading at all to get Vander to sign on for this mission, danger or no. The persistent weight of guilt has draped itself over his shoulders, and the chance to do good—to prove that he was a better man than his actions in this world so far declared—isn’t something he would let pass him by. His strength has always been a boon that he could count on, and here too he knew he could rely on it to protect both himself and others should the rumors about this island prove true. And while a handful of collected injuries from a few monstrous encounters thus far stood out on him, so far it hadn’t been anything he couldn’t handle.
While he’s used to navigating in the dark, it had always been through crowded streets and cracks in the fissures—the forest, it turns out, is an entirely different beast. An open expanse of trees proves very easy to get lost in, especially when a fight breaks out. Yet that sliver of a moon dotting the sky proves to be enough of a compass when glimpsed through the canopy to keep him moving steadily north, and hopefully on the right track.
He and his companion had been drawn further north by the sounds of a fight filtering through the thickening expanse of trees—an encounter that has now worryingly fallen silent. Vander almost misses the way his shard seems to heat up in his chest, attributing it at first to the steadying warmth that has been plaguing it ever since that day in Highstorm’s market. But it almost seems to burn now, and it is enough to get Vander to stop right in his tracks. He holds out one gauntleted arm before Childe to bid him to stop as well.]
There’s something here. You feel it too, right?
[But where exactly, is the real question. It is eerily quiet, save for the creak of the woods all around them.]
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While he’s used to navigating in the dark, it had always been through crowded streets and cracks in the fissures—the forest, it turns out, is an entirely different beast. An open expanse of trees proves very easy to get lost in, especially when a fight breaks out. Yet that sliver of a moon dotting the sky proves to be enough of a compass when glimpsed through the canopy to keep him moving steadily north, and hopefully on the right track.
He and his companion had been drawn further north by the sounds of a fight filtering through the thickening expanse of trees—an encounter that has now worryingly fallen silent. Vander almost misses the way his shard seems to heat up in his chest, attributing it at first to the steadying warmth that has been plaguing it ever since that day in Highstorm’s market. But it almost seems to burn now, and it is enough to get Vander to stop right in his tracks. He holds out one gauntleted arm before Childe to bid him to stop as well.]
There’s something here. You feel it too, right?
[But where exactly, is the real question. It is eerily quiet, save for the creak of the woods all around them.]