Cary stood before Vesa, blood and wounds covering his body. His eyes were emblazoned with a fire and seriousness she had not seen from the withered Hunter in a long, long time.
The blood on his battered body didn't seem to concern him, nor did the tears in his clothes or clear exhaustion weighing him down. None of that seemed to concern him, something else had caught his focus, his mind, and by the looks of things it seemed to be of utmost importance.
"Vesa, Torment," he declared with gravity. Never once had he called her by her title, only her name, that is, outside of the most serious of moments.
"I have something you need to know," he continued. "It concerns Lukas, the Weaver of Time and his potential."
