“for those we have lost,” she mourns from deep within
her your chest, her your grief and love, impossibly vast and echoing the forgotten songs of a time beyond time, surging you onward.
heretical Light shrieks in your grasp.
“and for those we can yet save,” he rallies, the hands of loved and lost at
his your back, as they always have been and always will, to keep him you steady with every determined step in your advance.
the axe blazes in your grip and against the suffocating darkness you scream, hurling your every fragment full force.