[ The image of Amaurot darkens, silhouettes of once-proud spires now eerie, skeletal fingers barely visible in the night. ]
Our star was dying, [ he says flatly. ] The calamity had rendered it lifeless. Think of how many crystals it takes for some paltry spawn like Ifrit to be brought into being. Where, do you think, we could have sourced the aether required to bring forth our final, greatest creation if not from ourselves?
[ He rests a hand over his breast, where the heart (and soul) beats. ] They gladly gave their lives so that our people might live on. The Convocation - less the lone individual who stepped down from their seat - had been the one to perform the rite of imbuing the star with its will, thus it was we alone who were tempered by our god when He came into being.
[ His hand drops back to his side. He glances briefly at his mask, sighs, and waves it back to his apartment below. ]
The events which followed, I have already told you. During the battle between Them, Hydaelyn's blow struck at the heart of our deity, our star, and all were divided into the Source and its ten and three reflections. Zodiark was silenced, as was Her purpose. It mattered not who one had lent their voice to: all were sundered except for myself, Lahabrea, and Elidibus.
[ He meets her eyes directly and points at her face. ] Which is to say, every single one of you can trace your lineage back to the fragments of our surviving people. You, and the rest of the sorry mortals which populate the shards, are all that remain of them.
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Our star was dying, [ he says flatly. ] The calamity had rendered it lifeless. Think of how many crystals it takes for some paltry spawn like Ifrit to be brought into being. Where, do you think, we could have sourced the aether required to bring forth our final, greatest creation if not from ourselves?
[ He rests a hand over his breast, where the heart (and soul) beats. ] They gladly gave their lives so that our people might live on. The Convocation - less the lone individual who stepped down from their seat - had been the one to perform the rite of imbuing the star with its will, thus it was we alone who were tempered by our god when He came into being.
[ His hand drops back to his side. He glances briefly at his mask, sighs, and waves it back to his apartment below. ]
The events which followed, I have already told you. During the battle between Them, Hydaelyn's blow struck at the heart of our deity, our star, and all were divided into the Source and its ten and three reflections. Zodiark was silenced, as was Her purpose. It mattered not who one had lent their voice to: all were sundered except for myself, Lahabrea, and Elidibus.
[ He meets her eyes directly and points at her face. ] Which is to say, every single one of you can trace your lineage back to the fragments of our surviving people. You, and the rest of the sorry mortals which populate the shards, are all that remain of them.