The air held pulsed with glory!
Royal Origin Calypso raised her brows as she asked.
"For you to mention him, is he something to worry about?"
Altheon's eyes flashed with uniqueness as he seemed to deliberate something…and he then he shook his head.
He remembered the words of the Young Miss!
And so…he made a choice.
Like all others, he made a choice!
"No, she had locked away her weavings, and this Osmont is merely an attendant of hers that protected her, so I decided to reward him by keeping him close, and the Young Miss also allowed it."
…!
Calypso nodded at these words as she did not give them too much weight.
She looked out across the Nullvein Gravewake Folds that were nowin a different place as she voiced out…
"We have much to do. Honor those fallen and we shall have many more Origins scour these folds, and I will make preparations for the Young Miss."
…!
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The Nullvein Gravewake Folds were no longer what they once were!
Displaced, restructured, retethered.
