[ As the hands snap off of him, so too does he out of his trance. Berkut's gaze lands on Pyra's outstretched hand, seemingly processing the meaning behind the gesture when the same voice from earlier rumbles: You who thirst for power . . . Call to me.
Slowly, a deep frown overtakes Berkut's face. He straightens and draws back from Pyra, unconcerned by the disaster unfolding around them. ]
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Slowly, a deep frown overtakes Berkut's face. He straightens and draws back from Pyra, unconcerned by the disaster unfolding around them. ]
I don't need your help.