Blackfeather Woods they call it lonely diggin'

Ah! It's me

Blackfeather Woods. It was strange to see it finally empty. The last time he had visited, Maegi and Ramsay were leading a soft-reboot of their familial pack. But now? The land was torn and empty, perhaps looking more like how Meldresi had found it: a dark, quiet forest with nothing but the cries of crows and ravens echoing through it.

Ganondorf had long since shed the gods that his mother worshipped, part from true lack of belief, and part from immature spite. But some part of that superstition, perhaps etched in his bones, twinged when he saw his sister. Mephala was said to be pulling on the threads of mortals' lives, bringing them together and pulling them apart. Was this...? No. That didn't matter now. Sister? he said through the stone's receptacle, unsure of which of his twin sisters was standing there before him.