they all go into the dark; ALL

[Cress]

all that we have amassed sits before us, shattered into ash

Cress is asleep when the vision comes, but even her most terrifying nightmares don’t compare to the cadence of the Dark God’s voice. She jerks awake immediately as the chestnut stallion’s image burns its way into her mind, climbing to her hooves in jerky movements. Oh, no. She’s seen what Carnage can do—the dragon on her chest marks her as one of his victims, after all—and if Carnage says the man is dangerous... no. He should have known better to broadcast this announcement into her head; she will do anything in her power to stop this from coming to fruition.

Find Rhonen, the Dark God’s voice whispers in her mind—in all of their minds—and Cress growls low in her throat, her fire threatening to burn its way out of her mouth. Kill him, the Dark God pleads and Cress stretches her enormous wings, preparing to leap into the sky. Save us, and now she is airborne, winging her way towards the compulsion the Dark God has broadcasted, only for a different reason than so many of them. She will not kill an innocent soul, especially if it is Carnage imploring them to do so. She knows the evil that he is capable of, and she will not stand for it.

Where Leliana is wild with fear, Cress is wild with anger as she alights near the other winged healer, who seems to be doing all she can to hold herself back from running towards the red stallion who is already under attack. Cress stumbles through the muck towards her, touching her golden nose to the woman’s shoulder to let her know that she is there without (hopefully) breaking her concentration. “Do not use all of your strength,” she warns Leliana. “The Dark God is merciless and more will come. I will do everything in my power to help you; please, conserve your strength.”

Hopeful that her words have gotten across, Cress too turns her attention towards Rhonen, cringing as the mob relentlessly attacks. How easily they can be swayed to attack another at the whim of a God, all because the evil magician told them he deserved to die. Cress does not know either of them—Rhonen or Leliana, that is—but she will do everything she can do help, damn the consequences. Closing her eyes, she feels her own healing well up inside of her, and she pushes it out—towards Rhonen.

She will not let him die.

cress

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