A seeker's duty is to find this place, not defend it. A Kyrati seeker like myself, searching for this mythical land. Yet here he was, sacrificing his life for Shangri-La. As if intoxicated by paradise...
Seeing the fallen seeker made me wish the Tiger could speak of his history. I wondered if any of these men had also been his ally in battle. If I would succeed where they had failed.
When I took his necklace, I felt a strange power surge through my body. The necklace was a great honor bestowed upon Kyrati warriors by the King. I vowed to return it to his family in Kyrat.
The King had sent many of his best warriors before. But none had returned. I had trained with Kaishin, his skill with the bow was unmatched. Yet here he was, killed without mercy. It seems he had given his life for this place. Was he a window to my future?
I wondered about the beings that killed these men. Something was controlling them, manipulating them. A Rakshasa of power the likes of which I'd never seen.
The irony of the seekers frozen in time was not lost on me. Kyrati warriors dream of living forever. As legends told around campfires. I doubt this was the immortality they had in mind.
