The silence in the Chamber of the Fayth was deadly. It seeped through to the Cloister of Trials and all the way to the main temple. Silence was a heavily underestimated power. It was chilling for the guardians waiting in the Chamber, just outside of where the summoner was praying to the fayth. It had been three days now since he had entered. There were mixed feelings of worry and impatience amongst many others in the air.
The senior guardian, Xenia Astragal, was leant against the wall in quiet. Her mind was fighting to be right here in this moment, but it was often being distracted and she found herself elsewhere. A repressed memory had been replaying ever since Arthur had gone inside the Chamber. It was evidently clear that the toxin was still up to its old tricks, but the memories were being ever so complicated as per usual.
It was getting too warm in here.
Why, oh why, was she getting involved in another pilgrimage? Any guardian didn't know about what happened in Zanarkand. Perhaps she was the only one that knew. It was a very high possibility, especially since there were hardly any legendary guardians that were alive.
She fought that awful temptation to break into the Chamber. Three days was too long of a time to wait for Arthur to emerge. The others were probably disgruntled at the same time, too. Although alas, this was part of their commitment as guardians when they took the oath. Another oath, another pilgrimage, another summoner, another pointless quest to defeat the seemingly indestructible entity that was Sin ...
"Someone say something," Xenia imminently blurted out. "Someone say something because I am going out of my mind and I can't take the silence for a second longer." Her tone was cold, but civilised enough.
The senior guardian, Xenia Astragal, was leant against the wall in quiet. Her mind was fighting to be right here in this moment, but it was often being distracted and she found herself elsewhere. A repressed memory had been replaying ever since Arthur had gone inside the Chamber. It was evidently clear that the toxin was still up to its old tricks, but the memories were being ever so complicated as per usual.
It was getting too warm in here.
Why, oh why, was she getting involved in another pilgrimage? Any guardian didn't know about what happened in Zanarkand. Perhaps she was the only one that knew. It was a very high possibility, especially since there were hardly any legendary guardians that were alive.
She fought that awful temptation to break into the Chamber. Three days was too long of a time to wait for Arthur to emerge. The others were probably disgruntled at the same time, too. Although alas, this was part of their commitment as guardians when they took the oath. Another oath, another pilgrimage, another summoner, another pointless quest to defeat the seemingly indestructible entity that was Sin ...
"Someone say something," Xenia imminently blurted out. "Someone say something because I am going out of my mind and I can't take the silence for a second longer." Her tone was cold, but civilised enough.