Moonspear call of cthulhu

It was not enough that they had reached this place. It wasn't until Revui saw the familiar paths that he became somehow cognizant of where they were, at least more fully than before, and wanted to pull at Fjall and make him march up, up, up, to his proper place upon the mountain.

Where was his sister, Hydra?

Where was his mother Amekaze or his father Charon?

His brother, Arcturus?

He was not meant to be alone. Revui's soul pulled and pulled and pulled at Fjall, growing stronger here where his blood was meant to rest, and where his blood had risen to power. It was the blood of the mountain and would be, always. Here where Revui was meant to rest, or at least to linger, where the others had perished.

He lamented. He raged. He coveted, and called with all his might, screaming in to the trees —

—but it was Fjall's voice that carried up, calling a name he did not know.