[That same ethereal calm persists throughout; the Herald's silent reassurance, the absolute control he does not have the capacity to even recognize as such. Deluded by his own corruption, you feel something that you as a human possessed of free will is just wrong, like an immaterial will in your head whispering that what you're doing is saving people.]
[For right now, though, there is just a muted sense of warmth, like you have been waiting for exactly this. Your--that is to say, Viktor's--partner, touched by the arcane yet still undeniably himself in all the ways that matter. Hoping he would accept your invitation, because you have so much you need to show him. Advancements made thnks to the augmentations he unwittingly gave you.]
[He walks into the massive insectlike cocoon of a central structure, and there you see the Herald himself floating in a silent meditative trance; omnipresent, a hundred senses all at once.]
[...Jayce grips the hammer a little too tightly, with reluctance but a clear intent.]
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[For right now, though, there is just a muted sense of warmth, like you have been waiting for exactly this. Your--that is to say, Viktor's--partner, touched by the arcane yet still undeniably himself in all the ways that matter. Hoping he would accept your invitation, because you have so much you need to show him. Advancements made thnks to the augmentations he unwittingly gave you.]
[He walks into the massive insectlike cocoon of a central structure, and there you see the Herald himself floating in a silent meditative trance; omnipresent, a hundred senses all at once.]
[...Jayce grips the hammer a little too tightly, with reluctance but a clear intent.]