"Not much that I know about this one." said Gray enigmatically, only to continue before Carnathia furrowed her brows. 

"Even the myth about it was never consistent. Some account says 'she' was an elf, captured and mutated by Dagorlad warlocks and transformed into a weapon of war, the other said she was a powerful djinn that inhibited this land even before the elves. Most rangers in my era never raise our blade against that creature, because we know how to avoid its lure." 


When Gray saw Roxas spring forth and bash the wounded man with her sword pommel, he followed the healer carefully and positioned himself in front of her. A stream of flame ignited on his blade as he put up a stance to guard the elf. 

"A long time ago, we called her the white spider. If memory serves right, she is not supposed to be here. But many things had happened in decades and we never thought a Tretagorian and their fondness for Vodka was a bad mix in this land. Vesemir! Get your lantern here, Master Nanashi, I need you and your sword here with me. Engelbert, guard our rear! Everyone else be on your guard!"  

As if trying to deter the resoluteness, the singing continued. 


[i][b]Avea, avea, mont kein, Híris Ingwën
Im ithen ava heliañ  
♫
Pedir sén heimnya sánë bezañ míra verian 
Adh ithnan nitya seldë 
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