Loghain took a final look at the decayed fish, a grim satisfaction settling in his chest. As much as he still loathed the unnatural feeling of magic, he couldn’t deny its effectiveness. This was the edge he’d been missing for far too long.
His mind drifted to Flemeth, the myth and the reality, the mysterious specter that had shaped Morrigan.
Loghain’s gaze turned toward the swamp, where Echo’s laughter echoed through the reeds. For now, at least, their daughter was safe. But he knew firsthand how quickly things could turn. He’d sharpen this power, mold it into something dependable—something that wouldn’t betray him when it counted.
With one last glance at Morrigan, he nodded.
@Morrigan
Into the ruins, then,he said, rolling his shoulders. There was no time to waste—he couldn’t afford the luxury of hesitation. Morrigan’s wry humor was lost on him, but her praise, faint as it was, had registered. She wouldn’t throw empty words at him, and he appreciated her frankness.
His mind drifted to Flemeth, the myth and the reality, the mysterious specter that had shaped Morrigan.
If Flemeth thought control was the highest goal, then it must have been for good reason,he muttered.
I can respect that. Mastery, or nothing.
Loghain’s gaze turned toward the swamp, where Echo’s laughter echoed through the reeds. For now, at least, their daughter was safe. But he knew firsthand how quickly things could turn. He’d sharpen this power, mold it into something dependable—something that wouldn’t betray him when it counted.
With one last glance at Morrigan, he nodded.
Lead the way.
@Morrigan
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