What a fate, or whatever it was.
Tave had tried more than once to communicate with the spirit inside the relic, the mask Fokil had crafted using the materials from Tave's previous Rift. It was made from the carcass of a monster he'd slain, one with illusion abilities and mental manipulation, fused with a soul stone taken from a shadow wolf.
The result was a mask with unclear ability yet. It hadn't responded to him, not really. Just the occasional low growl from deep within, nothing more. Likely because the original soul belonged to a shadow wolf, a creature that couldn't speak in the first place.
Unlike his sword, which housed a high-grade relic spirit. Intelligent, emotional, and often annoyingly talkative.
Until that moment.
