Old Acquaintances

After concluding their visit to the Dimension Observatory, Ves and Ketis finally climbed their way up to the Sacred Temple.

There, they entered the Courtyard of Envoys and checked on its only occupant.

"I am… at your service." A ghostly and floaty version of Venerable Imon Ingvar slowly bowed and conveyed his deepest respect.

Enough time had passed since his 'death' and conversion to a Chosen Envoy that he had regained more lucidity.

However, he was too far from becoming a good conversation partner. The Chosen Envoy still hadn't recovered much of his humanity.

"It will probably take a few more years before he becomes lucid and intelligent enough to deploy him in the field."

"What purpose would that serve?" Ketis wondered. "All I see is a ghost. Are you expecting him to haunt people to death?"