Elysia, Deathroot clenched in her fists, approaches Godwyn's corpse, suspecting this positioning is the best way to reach him. A little bird tweeted that she would be able to find what she seeks here, where the Prince of Death supposedly lay.
The Volcano Manor's influence is long gone from her, Rykard and Tanith's blood still reeking on her clothes. With the Manor collapsed she has nowhere to turn, and thus a fresh start in her journey for answers, for some clue of what to do or where to go... Rather, the means to do and go whatever and wherever.
I will seek what is mine to wield...
Taking a deep breath, she presses the Deathroot tightly into herself, until the thorns pierce her body. Crying out, she drops into a kneel, before collapsing altogether.
Now the path to her fate lies in the hands of His Highness.
@eldenlordofdragons [Elysia!]
Well, that was quite the show.
Of all people who have attempted to commune with him, he's never witnessed someone show this much effort. She even arrived to his tomb! One of the most dangerous places to be right now, because of the deathroot is so aggressive at the entrance. He suprised she managed to get this close in pristine condition. She must be an exceptional warrior, he thought to himself.
She would know she was successful in communion when the world became silent. Complete silence. No water, no flies, not even the sound of the singing and chanting TWLD could't even break through the now impenetrable sound barrier. A dense, dark fog slowly enveloped everything around her. She could see nothing, she could hear nothing, and now the pain from the briars on the deathroot began to fade, and the floor beneath her floated away. It was like she was about to die herself. Perhaps she didn't commune at all, and just met her fate instead.
Then she heard a water droplet hitting the floor. Then another one, and another one. The room looked like it was widening as the fog appeared to climb away from her. She watched the fog suddenly part, and the sound of faint signing in the background, a more pleasant sound than what was heard by the TWLD. It sounded so peaceful, meaningful, as if it was church choir singing hymns.
Then saw him. His tall imposing figure stood as the fog parted itself wide for him. He began to approach her, and soft light shone above them. She could finally see the Prince's features. He was still in the same regalia that he was murdered and put in the tomb with. The only difference is a more tall crown of deathroot and its thorns that sat on his head. Blood trickles down his head from the thorns, leaving thin trails down his pale face and faded golden locks. However, it was clear there was another injury that lead to blood trailing down his robes and onto the floor as he approached her; his back bled profusely behind him, leaving a heavy trail of blood he moved.
He watched her with his dark grey eyes. His soft voice echoed around the area they stood. "Thou art a brave one for coming to mine tomb if thy only reason was to commune with me." Did no one tell her she could commune on the surface?
