Nyaka diverted her eyes away from Whisperia's and shook her head as much as she could.<span style="color: darkorange"> "I don't think that was their intent... before when I was still a Troll, I was given the same spells and power to ensure the Loa never abused their powers and strike them down when they did. That was my duty and I... failed more often than not, but it was what I was supposed to do. I couldn't pull myself away... or I didn't want to, I don't know, but I think I was being asked to keep Elune from abusing her powers, not being told to attack her." </span>She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.<span style="color: darkorange"> "It was old... ancient even, it had the warmth of a mother talking about her child but, there was also a sadness maybe regret? I don't know. I've heard the whispers of old gods, the tormenting laughs of Loa, even the demented callings of creatures from beneath but this wasn't anything like it."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>