Generations upon generations had come and gone. During that time, Emet-Selch had fashioned himself a shield from the suffering that followed. It was nigh impenetrable; whatever insults or dramatic speeches were thrown his way, their words would never pierce it. It's the reason he held his past so close to him. If held his heart close then no one could break it.
As he turns, there is a sharp look to his gaze, as cutting as any of the glass that surrounds this island. These words and these images are not acceptable even by a mere enchantment. The change in his presence is palpable in light of them both.
He says nothing. Emet-Selch raises a hand and makes a cutting motion through the air. The air around them erupts with the sound of breaking glass as a spell tears through the mirrors around them.
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Generations upon generations had come and gone. During that time, Emet-Selch had fashioned himself a shield from the suffering that followed. It was nigh impenetrable; whatever insults or dramatic speeches were thrown his way, their words would never pierce it. It's the reason he held his past so close to him. If held his heart close then no one could break it.
As he turns, there is a sharp look to his gaze, as cutting as any of the glass that surrounds this island. These words and these images are not acceptable even by a mere enchantment. The change in his presence is palpable in light of them both.
He says nothing. Emet-Selch raises a hand and makes a cutting motion through the air. The air around them erupts with the sound of breaking glass as a spell tears through the mirrors around them.