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Life had changed a lot since the King had went into the crystal. Power slowly faded from the world, much like the daylight. Daemons grew stronger and common, evolving to a heightened state. Ignis took his leave from Gladio and Prompto, when they insisted that he should remain in Lestallum– due to his condition. Something deep down inside him called the retainer to Galdin Quay, the closest point to Angelgard. When questioned, he expressed it was for fishing, a hobby his liege enjoyed.
Ignis lost track of time rather quickly, learning to adapt to his own form of time keeping. He was in fact rather use to the darkness, more so than anyone. Setting up camp with supplies given to him by Cid. Mapping it out deep within his mind, placing things just so in order to aid in directions to and from camp. So long as he knew where things were placed within his camp, he would always be able to find his way back– mental way-point. Everyday was the same for him, never straying too far from the shore; but today was different he wanted to check up on Lestallum and acquire supplies.
The trek took days, days of endless fighting– exhausting. Keeping to the roads in hopes that someone, anyone might pass and offer a ride to a checkpoint. Unfortunately he wasn't so lucky today, but he knew of a nearby shack he could take refuge, just for a short rest. A roar sounding in the distance– it was far enough that he didn't fret. Cane shifting side to side along the dirt path, feeling for the fence that he remembered blocking off the shack. Once found he'd carefully step over.
As he grew closer he could hear rustling. "Who's there, answer me?" Ignis' tilted his ear towards the source of the sound, holding a magic flask– a soft blue glow coming from it.
