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From Kamistella’s face, it was clear that she didn’t believe in a chance of salvation, but she wasn’t going to just sit idly by either.
“I’ve thought a lot about Tanna’s possible motives… soul fragments, you say…” the Lunarian pondered deeply. “Could it be that he’s dying, and we are a desperate attempt to prolong his existence? He’s suffering, and so are we, as carriers of the soul fragment. But, unfortunately, I can hardly bring myself to see Tanna in a positive light, let alone feel sorry for him. I might still be able to forgive him for his own murder in exchange for immense power, but what happened in the last few days… no.
We have nothing to lose anyway. To die… then with honor, in battle!
“I’ve studied your request. Stalemida is the burial place of our kings. There were no Necromancers among them, and Nephiria didn’t visit Asuguh either, but the structure is ancient; who knows what’s hidden inside? The problem here is obvious. No one will let us in. Except, perhaps, the current king, but I doubt we’ll be able to even meet him, let alone convince him to help.
Even if the black knight just wants to survive… it’s still nothing more than an extreme form of selfishness.