Felih is exhausted. The sheer sudden nature of the attack, the overwhelming numbers, the amount of blood spilled and lives lost... What in the seven hells had happened? The shields had gone up around the Crystarium, but so very little could be done for those outside its walls, not with how the Sin Eaters had coordinated to cut off any route of escape for the fleeing civilians.
And all the while, where was this Exarch? This supposed guardian of the Crystarium? While people were fighting and dying to defend the city, where was this ultimate protector?
Felih could not, and would not be stopped from charging up through the Crystal Tower's sprawling labyrinth of staircases and passages, going to where he knows by now the Ocular is. He slams the doors open and strides in, although his immediate anger falters slightly when he sees the Exarch on his knees on the floor, the staff forgotten on the floor nearby.
"...Exarch?" he calls cautiously, though his healing instinct wins out as his hands begin to glow with aether. "Are you wounded?" He comes closer, expecting the usual barrier- but to his surprise, finds none in his way.
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And all the while, where was this Exarch? This supposed guardian of the Crystarium? While people were fighting and dying to defend the city, where was this ultimate protector?
Felih could not, and would not be stopped from charging up through the Crystal Tower's sprawling labyrinth of staircases and passages, going to where he knows by now the Ocular is. He slams the doors open and strides in, although his immediate anger falters slightly when he sees the Exarch on his knees on the floor, the staff forgotten on the floor nearby.
"...Exarch?" he calls cautiously, though his healing instinct wins out as his hands begin to glow with aether. "Are you wounded?" He comes closer, expecting the usual barrier- but to his surprise, finds none in his way.