[Ferran's eyes don't move from the figure, but he steps forward at Revali's urging, a grim expression hardening his features.
The caped man—easily recognizable as the same who'd been waiting for Ferran's searching to be over—doesn't react. Looking past the two of them towards the house, he opens his fist, where a handful of differently-colored shards of gemstone lay. A dark energy jumping like static between his fingers envelops them, and the cluster crackles and grows as it floats upwards, morphing gradually into the shape of a peacock-like bird, now black in color. The man gives it a single, simple order:]
End it.
[The energy disappears, and the crystalline monster flaps its wings, leaving behind red sparks and embers as it flies forward. Ferran knows what happens next: the crashing of glass and a scream would echo out of the window, but in this dream—it doesn't come.
But there's something more solid to the dream, now, and the creature circles above his home. He's no longer simply caught in his memories; his voice no longer holds that desperate determination from earlier, nor any signs of physical exhaustion.]
He showed me how he made them, once.
[Also addressing Revali, the man turns his glowing yellow eyes his way.]
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The caped man—easily recognizable as the same who'd been waiting for Ferran's searching to be over—doesn't react. Looking past the two of them towards the house, he opens his fist, where a handful of differently-colored shards of gemstone lay. A dark energy jumping like static between his fingers envelops them, and the cluster crackles and grows as it floats upwards, morphing gradually into the shape of a peacock-like bird, now black in color. The man gives it a single, simple order:]
End it.
[The energy disappears, and the crystalline monster flaps its wings, leaving behind red sparks and embers as it flies forward. Ferran knows what happens next: the crashing of glass and a scream would echo out of the window, but in this dream—it doesn't come.
But there's something more solid to the dream, now, and the creature circles above his home. He's no longer simply caught in his memories; his voice no longer holds that desperate determination from earlier, nor any signs of physical exhaustion.]
He showed me how he made them, once.
[Also addressing Revali, the man turns his glowing yellow eyes his way.]
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