Chapter 122: Dark

It was dark.

That was the only thing Solas allowed himself to think about.

Not about what his sister had told him. Not about the fact that he had not finished a war, before going to fight someone else's.

But…

The war against Belladonna was not Sylvan's war, per se. It was the war of all dungeon cores.

It was Pan's war.

He could feel Pan's warmth around him, but he didn't know why that was. Who would let the product of a Lich's mana into their soul?

Who could stay so warm and loving even then?

He took in a deep breath, or at least it had felt so. He was dead. He didn't need to breathe anymore.

"Hey," he could hear him, Pan. He was with him here.

But where was here? What was this strange dark here?

"Edda said that you will need to create a new body by yourself. But… I didn't want to leave you alone!"

Typical Pan, Solas thought.

"I have so much to talk to you about!" Pan continued.