Illusion of Peace

The embers crackled in front of the hot, and the Omniscient Vessel sat down to watch the fire die out. His eyes reminisced a memory that he could only know while Arthur stood beside him quietly.

"Do you also hate fate, outsider?" asked the Seer Guardian. "Do you hate what we have been pushed to become at the expense of the little life we might have had?"

"I blame the guardians instead."

"What are people other fate with a face to hate?" smiled the guardian as he offered a seat across from him on the other side of the fire. "Let us enjoy the dying embers and have a little chat."

"You left clues for me to find you."

"And I knew where to wait. This place brings you peace, does it not?" asked the guardian. "Those who created the ruins know what you love. A quiet place devoid of every soul, with nothing to worry about."