[As Mikleo enters the building with the shattered glass, he takes a moment to survey the room. He's looking out for potential enemies and structural failure, but the place seems sound. It's by far the safest building he's come across in this wasteland.
Mirror shards crunch under his shoes as he carefully steps more into the room. The water seraph turns in a circle and appears mostly satisfied that the place has been totally abandoned. Yet, something catches his attention from the corner of his eye. He looks over, and then, all of a sudden, sound reaches his ears.
What remains of the mirrors shows a scene that's altogether too familiar to him. It shows Heldalf confronting Michael about giving up Camlann, and the former Shepherd's consequent refusal. It shows how the village was destroyed by Hyland forces, how Heldalf didn't lift a finger to help them. It shows Muse, injured, and Michael taking her baby to the altar, laying a curse on Heldalf and killing her child.
Just like before, Mikleo can't look away. His hands clench into fists, jaw and shoulders tensing, and he tries to school his expression. It's...it's hard, though. He doesn't want to see this again. He wants to move passed this, not be haunted by it.
[Action] Phase III of the Feb Event
Mirror shards crunch under his shoes as he carefully steps more into the room. The water seraph turns in a circle and appears mostly satisfied that the place has been totally abandoned. Yet, something catches his attention from the corner of his eye. He looks over, and then, all of a sudden, sound reaches his ears.
What remains of the mirrors shows a scene that's altogether too familiar to him. It shows Heldalf confronting Michael about giving up Camlann, and the former Shepherd's consequent refusal. It shows how the village was destroyed by Hyland forces, how Heldalf didn't lift a finger to help them. It shows Muse, injured, and Michael taking her baby to the altar, laying a curse on Heldalf and killing her child.
Just like before, Mikleo can't look away. His hands clench into fists, jaw and shoulders tensing, and he tries to school his expression. It's...it's hard, though. He doesn't want to see this again. He wants to move passed this, not be haunted by it.
Damn it...why does he have to be so weak?]