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[center][h3]--Osprey - Holy Grounds--[/h3][/center]
[color=d3d3d3][b]"..."[/b][/color] Cid's response swiftly reminded Eve of her talk with Galahad in the safehouse after Hien's rescue. Multiple times now, her comrades had mentioned that she was not the monster, her creators were, yet... the fact remained that she was a [i]thing[/i] that should've never existed. However, if even the Chosen of Etro himself deemed that she wasn't an abomination, that her existence wasn't a crime against nature, then maybe Galahad and the others had a point...

This was definitely something she should contemplate further, to reject the belief she had called true for years, it wouldn't be a small matter, just as difficult as asking the Dragonslayer to see wyrms as innocent animals instead of destructive monsters.

She'd stew on this later, but for now, they had a sage's wisdom to listen to. 

[color=d3d3d3][b]"I see..."[/b][/color] So the Revenant wasn't a Pseudolon after all, yet the alternative wasn't any better, instead of a Faux Odin, they had an Undead Ravager instead, equally dangerous and [i]wrong[/i]. They had created something that should've never came to be, an abomination no matter their 'nature'. The solution was all the same, extermination.

Afterwards, the matter returned to Valheim's misbegotten ambitions to subjugate the power of the gods. Not satisfied with the desecrating Etro's crystal and the Primals' essence, they sought to spread their corruption to the elemental crystals as well, in fact, they had, partially at least. The Fire Crystal had fallen into their hands... and if the Kirins do nothing, soon, all three would follow suit and the world as they know it would end. Eve fully believed that Valheim couldn't see the certain doom at the end of their ambitions, they'd destroy the world first before acknowledging the price of their arrogance.

[color=d3d3d3][b]"We will. On our lives we swear it."[/b][/color] The Pseudolon nodded with all the conviction she could muster, and she hoped each and every single member here shared said conviction. After all, what'd be the point of exacting vengeance, proving oneself, finding redemption, fulfilling one's mission, or finding one's lost loved ones in the face of the apocalypse? No, they'd do this or die trying.

Eve was looking forward to Cid's answers to Galahad's inquiries, see if Osprey could be saved, but then the reanimated corpse of Izayoi's former master returned...

[color=d3d3d3][b]"TCH!!"[/b][/color] The black mage gritted her teeth, arcane aura already brimming from her petite frame as she prepared for their second encounter with the Revenant. [color=d3d3d3][b]"...?!"[/b][/color] Though her focus was momentarily disrupted by the arrival of none other than the Lord of Hellfire himself...

[color=d3d3d3][b]"Ah...."[/b][/color] How majestic, how terrible, all in equal measure, a [i]True[/i] Eidolon...

Eve's breaths paused as she took in each and every detail of Ifrit's form, he might not be Bahamut, but even still, his kind were the very beings she and her 'siblings' were emulated after. Witnessing the Primal's glory with her own two eyes, deep in her heart, Eve could understand why Valheim sought to have such power for themselves.

By the time she came to be, Cid's teleportation circle had activated, sending all of the Kirins back to the surface, far away from the sacred temple, vertically and horizontally.

[color=d3d3d3][b]"..."[/b][/color] Bahamut's artificial scion looked on toward the horizon, at the ruined village, silently praying that Etro would give Cid and Ifrit the strength to purge the Revenant from existence.

Sighing silently, she turned back toward the party, her comrades.

[color=d3d3d3][b]"That [i]thing[/i] is no longer your master, Izayoi, merely a soulless meat-puppet created from using his body,"[/b][/color] Eve uttered bluntly, relaying the cold hard facts to the Mystrel Samurai, [color=d3d3d3][b]"His soul has long since passed on, now all can we do is destroy it before it claims even more lives that it already had."[/b][/color]

Though her frame was much too petite to offer a shoulder to anyone except Miina (and maybe Robin), Eve could do something else to contribute instead, [color=d3d3d3][b]"I'll find and guide them back here."[/b][/color] The Pseudolon nodded before she took off her hooded cloak then partially transformed, spawning and spreading her draconic wings to ascend and gain a bird's eye view over the landscape.

Once she had spotted Goug, their chocobos, and cart, she'd soar over to them to guide them back to the party's location. The divines know they could really use a ride or two right now.