When I sit near Cissa, the fire crackles a bit. It really seems like we are in some glade, enjoying stories around a fire. Ah… Excafol. How I missed your stories about stars and battles and politics. All those weird stories that I didn't understand, how I wish you would narrate them again.
"Are you listening?"
"No."
"Then why did you come?"
"To have some things explained to me."
"Then listen."
"Okay, okay."
"As I said. STAMPEDE allows me to take a physical form and help you. But to a certain extent only. If I am defeated or destroyed somehow by attacks unrelated to Regas, all the draconic energy will simply come back to you. But if a Longinus defeats me, our soul will suffer from it and there is a high probability that you could even die from it."
"Ah? Why?"
"Because I am part of your soul. If I am damaged, the impact on you is uncertain and great. From Regas at the very least."
"I see. Then Stampede I a last resort as well, I suppose?"
