Conrad
She came to, her senses returning. Feeling the cold beads of sweat, her matted and tangled hair, the distant gaze of her tech-wizards that stand in a circle around looking inward, and behind them all it sat coiled, as large to be the Ouroboros itself.
"His will is strong." she sighs out in exhaustion.
"He WILL falter, like the rest."
"To compare him to any of them is egregious." she says, trying to keep her voice from rising in such a sacred place to her people.
"His resolve WILL break."
"You can't be sure of that." she says, almost barking back.
"He will DIE."
"And if you are wrong?" she said trying not to smile.
"If HE could not do it, what makes you think this one will be able to succeed? That this one won't betray you?"
"Because. I will mold him." Turning to her right, she says to one of the tech-wizards "Bring him to me."
Type
Record, Transcript (Communication)
Medium
Digital Recording, Text
Authoring Date
4116 Second Era
Location
Argynvost
Conrad
Madam Eva
Tessa Howard Edison
Related Organization(s)
The Opal Oracles
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