SoD3 Flavor
“What brings you up here so late?” asked Windward, turning to greet Nightingale as she reached the top of the bell tower.
Nightingale froze, glancing between Windward and PKR, who was sitting on his knees next to Windward, holding a sword. “Nothing,” she said.
“You don’t have to hide anything from me,” said Windward. She pulled back her hair, slightly, revealing a sparkling circlet. “This dimension is working changes on all of us.”
Nightingale’s eyes widened. “It’s been changing me too,” she said. She drew her hands apart, and ice crystals sparkled between the two of them. “I didn’t want to believe it at first. No one expects scientists to believe in magic. But every experiment I’ve conducted has come back with the same result.”
“It’s been the same for us,” said PKR. “Just after sundown, I felt an overwhelming impulse to swear fealty to Windward. I don’t know what this dimension is doing to my mind, but it’s clearly something.”
Windward bit her lip. “I have a hypothesis,” she said. “Not a certain one, but I think we should consider it. Marluxion talked about how our souls would feed his god, did he not? Well, if you were a god, would you rather have the soul of an ordinary person, or a wizard?”
As Windward spoke, the ground began to shake. The three of them tried to hold on as best they could to the walls, but they couldn’t manage to avoid being flung from the top of the tower to the ground. The bell rang out three times – bong, bong, bong – and was silent, leaving no sign of the conversation but three broken corpses.