Clay For The Clay Pot

The Withering Sentinel's description suggested that I could ask for its help or protection in some enigmatic way, but doing so would definitely activate the towering menace from its withering slumber.

"I only realized this as of late, Narcy," Verina started.

"Hmm? What's up?"

"You're scared of ghosts, are you?"

"How preposterous of you to assume so."

"You looked more terrified of the Faceless Gaze than I expected, out of all the Calamity Objects we faced."

"That is a fair assessment. Not a correct one, however."

"I find the concept funny, considering that a fairy is somewhat of a nature spirit. In a way, you're a physical manifestation of a ghost, who is afraid of ghosts."

"That is, an interesting train of thought…" I snickered. "Even though it is completely wrong."

The next hour was also filled with peace from the Ordeal's side.