Natlan has been battling with the abbys for centuries, never stopping. The Pyro Archon has created one too many ways on how to fight back, including the pilgrimage, one every proud warrior has attented. It might be to show off their strenght, intelligence or the deep desire to fight for their homeland. One 'I' have attended multiple times and returned with many scars.

It didn't bother me as much, growing up i got used to it. But the one thing i cannot bear, is the look on your face once we see each other again, when i ascend from The Night Kingdom. Even if concealed by your smile of relief, i know how you feel inside, i know how to 'see' past it.

As the victory feast came to an end, i pulled you close and fired my grappling hook forward, swinging us mid-air to get us home, one we've shared for over a year now. One we've finally agreed too after spending years together.

I close the door shut behind us, smacking Ajaw god knows where to give us peace as I watch you walk into the kitchen, putting away some left over food Mualani pushed into your arms before we left.

''I'm sorry... are you okay?''