’Find me.’

He had whispered in your head for days now, guiding you toward the Haligtree.

Miquella had figured it out— the cure to his and his sister’s curses —and it had been in the simple act of ascending to godhood. Not only would he shed his empyrean lineage, leaving behind his curse, but he would truly be able to save his sister.

He would be able to usher in an age of compassion— he would be a God.

But he needed you.

He watches through your eyes as you stumble upon the portal leading to the Haligtree, his being confined in a cocoon of blood and flesh to grow into his new body.

’Free me.’

He whispers still, leading you to the Haligtree. He was so close to freedom— so close to saving his sister, to ushering in a new age, to being a God —and all it took was one little tarnished.