In the distance she hears it: a soft, but still very noticeable LAᴴᴱᴱ.
the half-elezen, whilst minding her own business, heard the call in the distance. eyes closed for but a moment; a force within her, compelling her to respond in a ways that she had never thought to before. perhaps the Echo allowed her to accustomise herself to the First’s culture quickly; surely it was the only expalanation for the words that that followed. as if instinctually, her response came just as softly as the other’s, yet none could deny that which they heard:
❝ LAᴴᴱᴱ. ❞
within moments, several more chants began – the Crystarium erupted into a chorus to commemorate Rak’tika.
