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Life had changed a lot since the King had went into the crystal. Power slowly faded from the world, much like the daylight. Daemons grew stronger and common, evolving to a heightened state. Ignis took his leave from Gladio and Prompto, when they insisted that he should remain in Lestallum– due to his condition. Something deep down inside him called the retainer to Galdin Quay, the closest point to Angelgard. When questioned, he expressed it was for fishing, a hobby his liege enjoyed. 

Ignis lost track of time rather quickly, learning to adapt to his own form of time keeping. He was in fact rather use to the darkness, more so than anyone. Setting up camp with supplies given to him by Cid. Mapping it out deep within his mind, placing things just so in order to aid in directions to and from camp. So long as he knew where things were placed within his camp, he would always be able to find his way back– mental way-point. Everyday was the same for him, never straying too far from the shore; but today was different he wanted to check up on Lestallum and acquire supplies. 

The trek took days, days of endless fighting– exhausting. Keeping to the roads in hopes that someone, anyone might pass and offer a ride to a checkpoint. Unfortunately he wasn't so lucky today, but he knew of a nearby shack he could take refuge, just for a short rest.  A roar sounding in the distance– it was far enough that he didn't fret. Cane shifting side to side along the dirt path, feeling for the fence that he remembered blocking off the shack. Once found he'd carefully step over. 

| ♟ | - “Sanity is such a delicate, tentative state of being,” Crowe whispered as she walked through the the commotion of a retreat from battle. Minds, shattered. They scream, they laugh, they cry, some are simply in hysterics. Some are fine, unphased. But others, simply burying their pain deep down. They refused to break in front of other glaives. Show that it won’t always be this hard. Problem is, it always will be.

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Oh.  Right.  About that.

[text]: With a single sharp blow from a broken sword hilt.[text]: You and everyone else are quite welcome, by the way.

Much as his tone was casually sarcastic, it covered over what had really happened: a ferocious but miraculously quick fight.  If the adolescent behemoth hadn’t already been infected with both the Scourge and whatever the hell had begun twisting his back leg so fiercely, Safay might have tried to insist that they find a way to save the beast.  As it was…

It barreled toward the light and sound of the truck, giving no time for proper defense.  Ultimately it destroyed the vehicle in ways that he wasn’t certain the most talented mechanics could fix, nearly snapped someone’s leg in half, then the sword’s blade slid straight through the animal’s too-thin shoulder before all too neatly snapping off at the hilt.  (He distinctly remembered thinking, That’s Niflheim steel for you.)

It was all the former general could have done, pure and simple.  He grasped onto one poorly-formed horn like an idiot and did the very last thing available to him.  One horrible crack later, and the behemoth was dazed enough for the gunmen amongst them to finish it off.

All that and no usable meat.  Nothing but a waste of resources.

Sighing to himself, he sent one more message.

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[text]: The truth depends on where it comes from.[text]: Or, more specifically, who it comes from.  And why.

Not that it was pleasant to speak from experience, grasping the phone just a little more tightly than completely necessary as he texted.  That was realized with the ever so slight creak of plastic before he took a deep breath and willed himself to relax.  Enough.

Safay tried for humor, though he wasn’t sure if he managed.

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