Erend stepped a little closer, keeping his voice low but steady as the storm inside the cocoon writhed like a restless tide.
"Thar'Zul-Vekar… can you ask him about who did this to him?"
He wanted to ask next if this storm god could explain more about Zerathul's nature. So that they have a better understanding of him.
The Forest God didn't turn their head, but their eyes softened just slightly.
"I will try," they said. "But his essence is scattered. Speaking to a fractured spirit requires delicate grounding."
They closed their eyes and inhaled, letting the bioluminescent veins along their body brighten. The vines wrapped around their wrists tightened then loosened, then tightened again, breathing with them.
A deeper vibration pulsed through the chamber.
Thar'Zul-Vekar began their work.
