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Staring at her hand, Zee tried to recollect her thoughts. The voice...of course she didn't trust it...but a gift...power...

Grim Forge.

Somehow she knew the path to take, head aching as she envisioned the route, the trails, trees, valleys, rocks, mountains, all of it bleeding together. Nausea overtook her, but she fought against releasing the contents of her stomach to the floor. Once she had settled, she focused on the symbol in the palm of her hand, still burning faintly like an echo. Baron. Praxus. The Old God. Why would someone contact her about him? Was it the God himself that had branded her?

Her Master's voice rang in her head. Don't trust the Gods.

Zee held her hand, cradling it to her chest. She had to go, she knew the way, she had to lead them there...and find the assassin. Something was off about all of this, culminating to this moment moments after the Goddess had been attacked.

Destiny...

She had been taught to disbelieve any talk of destiny, especially from Gods. It mattered not what path the Fates had chosen, but what the heart chooses, the soul. Zee knew her soul in and out, or so she thought, until this very moment. If she joined the band, she would be leading them on their quest for Justice, something she admittedly despised from them. But on the other hand, the journey would prove fruitful for her. Power...gifts...

Could she trust the voice? One with obvious power would be prone to manipulate, surely. Zee carefully stood and checked that all of her belongings were securely fastened to her belt. Somehow, she knew she had no choice. This was where the shadows were calling to her, the image of Grim Forge permanently scarred into her eyelids.

Pulling her hood over her face, she braved the sunlight even in her weak state, to find the band and pledge her allegiance to them in any way that she could.