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they (well the one that Bat doesn’t have is best at this, really) are anti-Narrator weapons. Pain - horrible excruciating pain, and Illusions that can fool Narration.
The man nodded. “I can’t stay with you to get you to one of the witches. But I can send a runner with you, guide you there. The nearest witch is at the heart of Ker - a city - so I believe that should all of your destinations.”
He spoke reassuringly. “Sorry. They aren’t actual witches, that’s just what people call them. All that name means is that - like you - they were chosen by Threadstone.”
The man gave him a strange look, and Aelorin stepped next to him. “I do not believe this world works the same as ours.”
He laughed. “If it did, I’d be much more useful.”
The man nodded.
“The same extreme will… occur in, well, generally even more intensity. That’s why the World Fog is so dangerous.”
“Outpost 43. No need for names…”
Nothing happened.
“The World Fog, as far as the philosophers say, makes up reality. Any extreme of the Essences - Fire, Ice, Wind and Emotion - in the fog will be replicated elsewhere in the world.”
@Spark of Hope
He nodded. “If you trust her.”
The armor sends confusion, but melds into that shape, turning into a light, silvery armor of deceptively thin plates.
”It means that you can’t die. Come on.” The man turned on his horse, leading the group through the fog.