They were partly fused together so if one of them died, the other would quickly follow. Yet from their eyes, it was clear that they still couldn't decide whether to prioritize survival or put an end to their struggle once and for all.
"What do those things mean?" Friya asked, impressed by her own appearance under Soul Vision.
"I don't know." Aalejah replied. "No bloodline ability comes with an instruction manual and those are your real natures, not mine. You are supposed to know. Maybe, if I was still bonded with the World Tree, I would be able to understand their meaning, but I'm on my own now."
"What if we shapeshift?" Quylla asked. "Some of our true natures, like mine, make no sense. Maybe we could disguise ourselves as elves or Dewan."
"That's impossible." The elf shook her head. "Someone's appearance under Soul Vision is fixed and the Fringe is a closed environment. The elves know each other and all werepeople look like your friend there."
