The harbor platform groans, its iron spine shrieking as the void drags the entire structure toward the abyss. Captain
staggers, clutching her head as the haze of Arion’s influence breaks. She recoils, looking at the glowing, teal-streaked monstrosity currently wearing a man’s skin.
ID
You are not a traveler. You are the architect of this ruin! I will not stand by while you unravel the harbor and my city with it.
Arion Touvengard
The mortal lacks the vision to see the necessity of this path. If she leaves, the guard will descend, and the transit lines will be overrun by the void.
Arion Touvengard
Stay, Captain. Your authority is required to clear the transit lines, not to debate the morality of a dying world.
ID
I have seen enough of your "salvation." Find your own way to the lines, ghost. I am pulling my men back to defend the mainland.
The Captain turns, sprinting toward the docking crane’s controls to detach the platform from the main pier, leaving Arion and the desperate Sivani behind as the metal bridge buckles.