The Tangle Explode your hours and you'll see how time will transform.

He saw them lingering, but did not go to them. Instead Dacio regarded the duo with an unimpressed cant of a raven lobe, before he turned away in the opposite direction.

This was to be it, then. First Verx and Aure would take their leave, step willingly into the life of natrona. While Dacio initially hoped that their departure would prompt the remaining wolves of Drageda to to come together and figure out a plan to be rid of Rusalka for good, he felt doubt sink in his belly like stone. Who else would brand themself a traitor?

Heda had promised to always be there for him, he recalled bitterly, yet she'd doomed them all by giving herself to the sea. Perhaps she'd foreseen their unfortunate fate, and sacrificed herself on her own terms to spare herself the guilt of seeing it through. Surely she'd have cared enough to warn them though, if this were to be the case.

He didn't know. Not knowing weighed on him, frustrated him, drove him into the maze of the neighbouring Tangle. Drageda was all Dacio had ever known, ever wanted to know, was what had kept him rooted for all those months of trying to find himself again. He stole away for a time, eager to be alone with his thoughts for just a little while before returning to the possibility of finding nothing but ruin.