[If the level of Darkness around the man is any indication, nevermind the size and detail of the creation they're in, worse would certainly be bad.
Emet-Selch watches the man leap to his new perch, keeping his thoughts carefully from his face. Sundered, yes, but differently from the Warrior of Light and the others of the Source. Certainly no shard-dweller - too complete and powerful for that by a mile.
He makes a show of looking bored waiting, but when the question comes, that expression vanishes. To actually be asked - there are some things he will never put on the dismissive face for, even when he has no intention of providing a full answer until the mystery before him has unraveled a little more. A spanner in the works, appearing at what is still a critical time, could easily still ruin everything.]
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Emet-Selch watches the man leap to his new perch, keeping his thoughts carefully from his face. Sundered, yes, but differently from the Warrior of Light and the others of the Source. Certainly no shard-dweller - too complete and powerful for that by a mile.
He makes a show of looking bored waiting, but when the question comes, that expression vanishes. To actually be asked - there are some things he will never put on the dismissive face for, even when he has no intention of providing a full answer until the mystery before him has unraveled a little more. A spanner in the works, appearing at what is still a critical time, could easily still ruin everything.]
... It was called Amaurot.