Nova closed his eyes briefly, focusing on his breathing. Every inhale drew in faint traces of the Auri's glow, and he could feel it soothing the residual corrosion inside him. Even the whispering echoes of the Hellscript Daggers in his mind seemed quieter, like they, too, were resting.
When he finally spoke, his voice was low. "You shouldn't be out here alone. The GrimeFlayers' territory extends further than I thought."
The Auri looked at him, its expression soft but determined. It made a series of quick hand gestures, primitive but expressive. Nova could only interpret fragments: wanderer, seeker, guardian.
"You protect something," he said, piecing the meaning together.
