"What the hell happened to them?"
"We…we don't know."
[I know…what happened,] I rumbled. [But it's…not my…place to tell.]
"Oh…"
Being attacked by those strange Grafted had rattled Nepherage and Hurricroak.
Neither of them were mortally injured, thank the gods, but their wounds were much deeper than we had anticipated.
Thankfully, as beings made of [Chaos], we recovered fast...physically at least.
Mentally and spiritually, though, it was a bit harder to recover.
Especially when said attacks came wrapped in a personalized and targeted package.
[How did they...they couldn't possibly have...]
[It's okay, Hurricroak. They were just messing with your head. They shouldn't be able to, but…it's fine. I know you wouldn't be able to do that.l]
[How can you know….]
"What the fuck..."
