He slowly nods, having felt similar about how strange it was to be altered so suddenly and completely, but to still be of his own mind. It felt like something that could have only been the work of a primal, or apparently, now, the Garleans.
"The emptiness is unnatural," he says. "Even the touch of a primal would not render aether absent. Altered or stilled, perhaps, but this..."
He has no words for it.
"I can only think that our method of arrival may be involved. From your knowledge of magicks, would a summoned being be at the behest of the one who called it?"
A primal would, to some degree. But if it were the behavior of a primal he would not be capable of questioning it.
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"The emptiness is unnatural," he says. "Even the touch of a primal would not render aether absent. Altered or stilled, perhaps, but this..."
He has no words for it.
"I can only think that our method of arrival may be involved. From your knowledge of magicks, would a summoned being be at the behest of the one who called it?"
A primal would, to some degree. But if it were the behavior of a primal he would not be capable of questioning it.