Luckily for Friya, the Tyrant was too busy trying to discover at least one bloodline ability to pester her. Too much.
As for Nalrond, he exploited the working frenzy to sneak away into a secluded cave away from prying eyes. He had tried everything from meditation to self-acceptance but nothing worked and Mogar was still silent.
He couldn't hear a single word from them.
'It can only mean that I'm far from a solution.' He thought. 'Solus and Friya have confirmed that my answer bleeds. Let's see how accurate it is.'
The Rezar injured himself with a knife, opening mirroring wounds on both his bodies in the same way his echo in the Mindscape had done. He withstood the pain without using darkness fusion, in the hope that it would connect his halves and give him the clue he needed to finally receive Mogar's guidance.
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