Ekimu nods along with Blaze's narrative. "Indeed, and-"
Ekimu pauses, falling a step behind Blaze as a tingling rush comes over his body. He touches one hand to his chest, trying to understand what would have caused this. One thing is clear: something is wrong.
The elders recoil, first from his scathing words, then from his sudden seizure. They look between each other, unsure of what to do.
The presence looms out of the see below him, the scarlet light seeming to flare and strobe oppressively around him. Then it relents, blind hostility fading to recognition. Memories flicker across the minds' eye - conversations the former hero and Mask Maker had, the sword of shadows presented to the former, and finally: the mask. Its shape almost seems to take form in front of Erebos, as if he could reach out and grab it from the scarlet waters.
The other Okotans slowly begin to filter back out into the bar, uneasily tiptoeing from their safety. More and more of the crowd leave the back room over the course of the next few minutes, and with no sign of returning danger.
Vohman leads the party out of the city and into the green, following a well-worn path that leads southwest through the jungle. Despite the well-kept nature of the path, no other travelers seem to be present on the road. @Ghid @Tarkur @Toa_Vladin @KAI_BORG
He might see a flash of dull red through the trees, seemingly the source of the light.
Lync hangs back, glancing over her shoulder but making sure to keep Kryuna in sight. @Jcton @Axels