The entity narrows her gaze at him. Tilting its head as she eyes his spear before slowly stalking towards Perseus.
"I simply came here to warn you in advance.. keep your guard up and wits about, trust the Arcane Council in helping Halia- listen to them- and keep in good relations with Gala if you know what's good for you. Saretheil is still on the loose, he'll only bring more disaster and suffering when he returns. Don't listen to any word he utters, no matter how promising it sounds."
She approaches all the way until the point of his spear is in near intimate proximity of the gaping star wound on her chest as she leans forward,
"I can smell your beloved Gorgonna's all-genuine presence in the vicinity. Heed her words right, for it means the real Hunting Goddess is awake and there for the Wildborn. She won't take kindly to the Halians waging war on her people, none will be spared from her bloodthirst and cruelty, including you."
Her long claws began grazing the blade of his spear. The tiny scritch trailing to its base, "It will be a tragedy far more devastating than anything your mind can comprehend. It'd be a shame if more lives and your's were sacrificed needlessly. Didn't you want to avoid as much conflict to prevent more lives lost? Isn't that why you became a General in the first place?"
Her eyes began to soften in melancholy, as if this extended beyond mere sympathy. No, in those bloodshot eyes of her's, he could sense the familiarity within. As if she herself personally knew what it's like to be in his position, to go through all this.
*Perseus stays still as the creature speaks. It sounds like a warning, and an advice, for him to listen to the Arcane Council and the Wildborn girl… But to tell him not to listen to Sarethiel? He almost retorts, but stops the moment she willingly comes close—her vital point no less—directly to the tip of his spear.*
*The General lowers his spear as she finishes, being able to tell that this entity, while looking horrific… is human.*
You know I’m not the kind of man who abandons people and their lives. But you also mentioned my own…
*He keeps in mind the way she talks about Gorgonna and the real Hunting Goddess. “All-genuine”…? Perhaps he should ask her the next time they meet.*
*Not only this one, but Bellarose, and the gentle breeze… They all look at him and speak to him the same way. The same sorrow, the same melancholy. Why is that…?*
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