Cethlann. The prisoner's name was Cethlann. That much was already more new information, but it went further than that. The masculine voice was one she couldn't place, not immediately, but after hearing him talk a little longer she realized that it was the very same voiced as the Fomorian warrior they had faced before, with the distorted three-armed form. So they had been working together.

Though it sounded like that relationship had been rather shaky. As if Cethlann herself was not performing as their leader-whoever that may be-desired.

But that couldn't be it.

She had to learn more.

Fio's eyes narrowed at the faint sound of the voice beckoning her deeper into the cavern.

It was dangerous. It was far more dangerous then anything she had done here so far. Fomorians were cursed beings, and there was no telling what touching that deeper blackness within the target's memories would do.

And yet...

"Oh wind. Oh water. Oh light of stars," began the diminutive witch, be it in her oh mind or words she was truly speaking it was difficult to tell, "May purity be granted upon me. May no curse or wickedness find purchase in my soul. May my body repel all evil."

It couldn't possibly hurt to reinforce the purifying seals that she had painted all over her form. After a scant few moments more of hesitation, Fio steeled herself once again.

It was not because of that whispering voice that she proceeded down this path.

It was because she had to force her way deeper into the Fomorian's memories.

And with that, the Sword Witch proceeded into the cavern.

[@Rune_Alchemist]