( The ever ongoing stasis of Light bleeds and primates into the First. It has been his home for a few decades now; quite missing the mark by some time of when his arrival should have been. It has worked for his benefit as a seat of power has formed that will, one day, give a base for the Warrior of Light of the Source to work with. They will save the First, and by those accounts, save the Source. It will save countless lives... all he must do is continue to move forward.
His ruby eyes tilt upwards at the reconstruction of the main gate to the Crystarium. Another attack is not to be held in surprise or truly in anything other than it is. His hood settles comfortably around his neck allowing his ears and neck to be seen by all. It is the early days yet, and not much has need of him to be so covered in crystal like the Warrior of Light will one day see. For now, his forearm is all that bears the marks of being one with the Crystal Tower.
The ears atop his head twitch at the sound of footsteps that he does not recognize. He turns, seeing the a woman with fair blonde hair and a white tattered dress. It is clear she has been in an attack. Without so much of a word, he dashes towards her. The guards call out to him but, well, the Crystal Exarch can rather take care of his own. The hand of flesh and the one of crystal reach up to aid her in standing as he stops in front of her. ]
Pray tell, are you alright? What was it that attacked you?
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His ruby eyes tilt upwards at the reconstruction of the main gate to the Crystarium. Another attack is not to be held in surprise or truly in anything other than it is. His hood settles comfortably around his neck allowing his ears and neck to be seen by all. It is the early days yet, and not much has need of him to be so covered in crystal like the Warrior of Light will one day see. For now, his forearm is all that bears the marks of being one with the Crystal Tower.
The ears atop his head twitch at the sound of footsteps that he does not recognize. He turns, seeing the a woman with fair blonde hair and a white tattered dress. It is clear she has been in an attack. Without so much of a word, he dashes towards her. The guards call out to him but, well, the Crystal Exarch can rather take care of his own. The hand of flesh and the one of crystal reach up to aid her in standing as he stops in front of her. ]
Pray tell, are you alright? What was it that attacked you?