I would have spent much time deliberating on this unexpected title, but the cold voice of the Hollow focused my attention.
"You have a second Mythic Title, Elric, and you have not yet finished exploring it. This may be the fuse to break this peril."
"You are right," I nodded, "Let me see everything before I know what to do, after all, what was one more madness to add to those that plague me."
"Hey?" the fox lightly bit my ear.
"You are not a plague," I smiled.
She snorted and looked away. "I don't like Title, Elric."
Placing the letter to one corner of my mind, I glanced down at my status screen to continue reading, and I shuddered at the first line.
- I have waited for you to notice me… now you have.
Death Consort's Passive Effects:
The Beloved's Embrace: Death does not frighten you as it frightens others. You have died too many times to count, and she knows your name. You no longer feel fear when facing mortal danger; there is only the recognition of the inevitable.
