"Agreed. We will not leave an innocent in peril here," Aymeric added, his voice resolved.
The supposed innocent in question, however, remains hard to find. Their trek into the woods doesn't seem to lead them any closer to the source of the crying voice. Aymeric stops them a few times along the way to observe their surroundings...nothing.
Then comes another voice - that of an elderly woman.
"Aymeric? Aymeric!!"
He stills, eyes going wide. "M-...Mother? But how - "
"Help me! Please! My darling boy, I need your help!"
Aymeric swallows. "This cannot be." He turns to Finnick and Leofard, his brows furrowed in upset. "Do you hear it too? That is my mother's voice, but she passed on many years ago. What madness rules this place to make us hear the voices of the dead?"
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The supposed innocent in question, however, remains hard to find. Their trek into the woods doesn't seem to lead them any closer to the source of the crying voice. Aymeric stops them a few times along the way to observe their surroundings...nothing.
Then comes another voice - that of an elderly woman.
"Aymeric? Aymeric!!"
He stills, eyes going wide. "M-...Mother? But how - "
"Help me! Please! My darling boy, I need your help!"
Aymeric swallows. "This cannot be." He turns to Finnick and Leofard, his brows furrowed in upset. "Do you hear it too? That is my mother's voice, but she passed on many years ago. What madness rules this place to make us hear the voices of the dead?"