[center][h2][b]Ophelia[/b][/h2][/center]

"Glowy ones are the priority, makes sense. We should keep our ranged weapons stocked and ready..." Ophelia spoke in reply to Gerlinde, using her free hand to check the Evelyn at her hip and feel it in her hand. The Holy Moonlight Sword could provide her with ranged attacks, too, so she was confident in her options--but this would be good to learn. She examined it closely, got used to its feel in her hand, though she didn't fire off any practice shots as they walked. She asked Farren for some pointers, too, figuring that he'd been close enough to Hunters in what he'd revealed of his past life to have some tips.

The Amygdalae were something Ophelia found terribly curious, and she found herself reaching to meet their gaze whenever they turned their heads to meet her. She tried her best not to let it affect her leading them towards where she'd seen, allowing herself only to steal glimpses where appropriate and marvel at the scale of it all. 

"I suppose I've gained enough eyes to see them without the aid of Runes, now... There are so many. Whatever happened here must be of great interest to Amygdala; I wonder what they're really like, or... what they represent. I wonder if the Great Ones even align to concepts we're capable of really understanding..." Ophelia mused out loud, before her gaze came upon a section of wall practically crawling in sprites--and with none of the Great One, to boot.

"Ah, look here, loves... No Amygdala--and Mother Moon's light reveals a strong touch of Nightmare about this wall in particular. Perhaps there's an entrance here, hidden to most?"