Accursed Heritage
[Thou shall perish like the Tarnished…] [I Have Made The Foolish Mistake Of Trusting A Tarnished…] [Oh, Foul Tarnished…] *** An orphan by the name of June found himself swept into the wretches of the Ark, a magical world that connected its existence to the world from which he came… the Mortal Realm. Realizing he was a dead man, he accepted his fate… only, his fate turned out to be drastically different than what he had expected. In fact, it offered him an opportunity to live, something he thought wasn’t possible. But with such an opportunity, came a cost, and his… well, was a dark one.
A Dying Wish
"How did you do that?"
Gemm asked, keeping her gaze on the Shattered Knight.
"I'm not sure… but apparently it's a Mimic. Something I can summon."
June answered, but he was still unsure himself. He had a lot to process, and not just regarding this new summon of his, but his underlying connection to the Eternal Settlement.
He turned toward Gemm, questioning:
"Have you ever come across something such as a Mimic?"
Given Gemm's experience, perhaps she did. Her reaction said otherwise, but June asked regardless.
"... No. I have not."
She shook her head, still gazing at the standing Mimic of June's.
'Do I own this Knight now..?' He wondered.
From the looks of it, he could summon it at will. But what about the Dying Wish… was it useful in any other way, or was it simply a description? Because he couldn't summon that. He tried, but couldn't get it to work. Perhaps it was just a wish, existing as solely that in his Runic Web.