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He has made a mistake.
“Sword and Staff have seen to the Ixal. The remaining meddlers lick their wounds in Thanalan.” Chalice makes no effort to conceal his satisfaction.
- nor does Lahabrea.
An error resulting in discovery of the solution, a misstep revealing a shortcut.
In his eagerness to please, Chalice remains oblivious to Lahabrea’s apathy. “Shall we –“
“Leave them.”
‘Tis not Lahabrea’s place to condemn such blessings.
“The Scions fade into irrelevancy.” An unsatisfactory answer - the only one Chalice will receive.
Hydaelyn’s submission through Her servant is a distraction Lahabrea ill affords.
A gamble.
Yet, is that not what this all is?
If Elidibus knew of Lahabrea’s intentions for the Heart, he would -
A smile dances over his lips.
'Tis fortunate Elidibus needs not learn of this endeavor until its completion.
“You will oversee the Weapon’s development.” Lahabrea's dismissive command doubtless displeases Chalice, but 'tis not a servant's place to question his master.
Her crystals and Her peace -
The chaos of the Blessed's dimming radiance.
Nay, there was no mistake; this crystal bearer, gifted and thoroughly favored, must shine.
For the brightest light summons the deepest of shadows.