[Deep in his subterranean home, Isaac stirs suddenly from a brooding trance from the first time in an hour. Inclining his head ceilingward, he gazes blankly and wide-eyed into empty space, every fibre of his being awake and tinglingly alert. He can feel it. Demonic energy pulsing outwards and pushing against the edges of awareness, making him shiver to his core. And not just any dark aura.
Here.
Hector was here.
There is no mistaking it; his certainty runs down to the marrow of his bones. And for once, as he slowly digests the fact and hears an all too familiar voice addressing anyone who could hear it, the Forgemaster finds himself at loss for what to say.]
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Here.
Hector was here.
There is no mistaking it; his certainty runs down to the marrow of his bones. And for once, as he slowly digests the fact and hears an all too familiar voice addressing anyone who could hear it, the Forgemaster finds himself at loss for what to say.]