"One of the many things to dislike about Mistwraight is that it's really hard to confirm if they be vanquished unless seen first hand because proof isn't left behind." Jack says.
"Yes.. that’s one of the reasons people say being devoured by one is worse than death itself. At least in death, your remains can be laid to rest, placed in sacred ground, honored and remembered but when a Mistwraith consumes something, and then eventually dies, everything it has eaten is erased; turned into nothingness. No trace, no memory, no legacy. as well this mean the Mistwraight maybe remains alive too." Noah said
(yeah, is kinda grimm from Rwby, is rare something from them is left behind, they just turn into ashes)
Zebedee looked toward Rex. He still said nothing. His hair blew despite no breeze around those that were there. His eyes grew to be a more vibrant color, as if lightning of the same color glowed from them.
He turned his face, and walked toward where they had come from. He looked at what Volstagg entrusted to him. He wanted to drop it to the ground, bury it in the sand, but it was as if his hand couldn't let go.
"..."
Rex took a moment, silent beneath his blindfold, even without sight, he understood what Zebedee meant; he could feel it.
“…Listen. Life isn’t easy. I know how many things have gone wrong, how heavy it feels when failure piles up. Maybe you think giving up is the only path left, and maybe you’re even right to consider it. But you shouldn’t. Do you really believe heroes surrender just because their week turns against them? Do you think a handful of mistakes, even dozens, can erase your dreams?
Every stumble, every misstep, it’s part of the journey. What matters is that you keep moving forward, even when the weight tries to drag you down. You’re stronger than you think, and the fact that you’re still here proves it. Don’t let despair decide your fate, because your story isn’t finished yet.”
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A few heartbeats later, Amanda and Tiamat slowly reclaimed the fragile gift of hearing; though the world still rang hollow, as if sound itself had been wounded.
“Auch… auch, yes, went i hold that thing in claws” murmured the Dragon Queen, her voice fractured yet defiant, while she brushed the dust from her gown
Amanda's gaze drifted far into the town, her words fell soft, yet heavy as iron becuase in this moment, the reputation of her lord is in danger:
"I suppose... even if we slay the monkey later, the harm has already carved its mark. Wounds may be bound, flesh may knit again but trust, once broken, is a scar upon the soul. Doubt lingers longer than blood, and harder than bone."