Greatwater Lake i will never believe in anything again

the last time that mahler had heard alarian's name, it was uttered darkly by a wolf of the now-ended elysium. he did not expect the small frame that crept from the shadows; mahler stared at the child before turning his attention to the seraph. "vhat is this?" by the expression on alarian's features, he expected a reaction, but the gargoyle was silent, watchful, curious.