[ The drifter watches as the mask floats away, never to be seen again, hopefully. ]
Millions out there, but less than a hundred here.
[ In this trapped lab cage of a city, that is. He might be one of the few who had any unfriendly intentions with Midnight's mask, brief as it was. Besides that, it's just a matter of privacy.
Tell me what happened in your own words, Midnight says, and he has to laugh a little at that. He really is like Kaveh, who only wanted to hear the truth from the Wanderer himself, and never from what the city put on display. ]
The memory would explain far better than I, but if you insist.
[ The shade of the Wanderer turns at this moment, ambling down the side of the stream, towards the complex in the distance. The real one walks up to the leaking package in the stream and stares at it as he speaks. ]
There was once a swordsmithing clan that prided itself on using exceptional materials to produce their swords. Their tradition called on a focus in understanding the elements used in forging a sword. Water, fire, and steel. In attuning with the elements would one be able to produce an excellent blade.
[ He crouches down to run his fingers in the water. It is pure and clear—water that would likely be suitable for this swordsmithing clan, if it were not for the little package leaking an unknown substance into the stream. But the water still remains pure and clean after the substance has been dissolved. Visually, it would be difficult to tell the water had been tampered with. ]
It wasn't an easy task to pollute this stream without catching their attention. But it seemed... boring, to do away with this clan like I had with the others. Trickery, deceit, unexplained deaths... No, I wanted to see if I could ruin them solely through their own work.
[ He doesn't even try to sugarcoat that he was trying to destroy an entire clan, but that was part of the path he decided to take. He would not hide his sins. ]
same though... we're both good at this
Millions out there, but less than a hundred here.
[ In this trapped lab cage of a city, that is. He might be one of the few who had any unfriendly intentions with Midnight's mask, brief as it was. Besides that, it's just a matter of privacy.
Tell me what happened in your own words, Midnight says, and he has to laugh a little at that. He really is like Kaveh, who only wanted to hear the truth from the Wanderer himself, and never from what the city put on display. ]
The memory would explain far better than I, but if you insist.
[ The shade of the Wanderer turns at this moment, ambling down the side of the stream, towards the complex in the distance. The real one walks up to the leaking package in the stream and stares at it as he speaks. ]
There was once a swordsmithing clan that prided itself on using exceptional materials to produce their swords. Their tradition called on a focus in understanding the elements used in forging a sword. Water, fire, and steel. In attuning with the elements would one be able to produce an excellent blade.
[ He crouches down to run his fingers in the water. It is pure and clear—water that would likely be suitable for this swordsmithing clan, if it were not for the little package leaking an unknown substance into the stream. But the water still remains pure and clean after the substance has been dissolved. Visually, it would be difficult to tell the water had been tampered with. ]
It wasn't an easy task to pollute this stream without catching their attention. But it seemed... boring, to do away with this clan like I had with the others. Trickery, deceit, unexplained deaths... No, I wanted to see if I could ruin them solely through their own work.
[ He doesn't even try to sugarcoat that he was trying to destroy an entire clan, but that was part of the path he decided to take. He would not hide his sins. ]