Q:“You happened.” The Carved One said, its voice dripping with hate. “All that has happened has been because of you.” The thing shuddered, two more gnarled black vines sprouting from its body, twisting like arms. “Because you left. Why? Why did you leave?” The Carved One’s mouth oozed with the sticky black corruption, noxious fumes leaking from its withered, dying leaves.
“I… what?” In a mixture of shock at the sight of this creature and the weight of blame I was at a loss for words. “Before I came here I made sure you were safe. I left you with Naija! She said—”
“Naija did this to you, didn’t she? I mean she didn’t corrupt you, but she let the Nightmares take your essence, didn’t she? Damn it!” It was a painful sight. A once benevolent spirit falling apart like this, dying because of mortal carelessness. “It doesn’t look like you have much time left…” I looked up to face the cloaked figure. “Would you happen to be one of the Gauntlet?”