"My name is Kanjigar and I was once beholden to destiny, a champion of my people, chosen by Merlin's amulet."
He gestures to the floating souls.
"These are the spirits of my other fallen brethren. We once lingered here to offer guidance to our people and to each future Trollhunter as they were chosen, but the last one has moved on, to protect our people on their long journey. It's time now that we retreat to the void for good and move on to what comes after."
He inclined his head.
"But first we wanted to speak to you. We knew you were coming here. We have heard whispers from the spirits of this new world, about how you've been chosen for a great destiny. Like we once were."
His expression looks concerned.
"We don't the full details of this destiny, and these nature spirits are not the most forthcoming, but we have knowledge of something dire you must know, regardless of what you face. Something that concerns the fate of this world, your own fate, and the fate of our own wandering people."
He holds up a hand and the light around them constitutes into a strange image. It looks like a planet that is slowly drawing twine from other worlds, unraveling like balls of yarn.
"The is the Wilderlands, the world we've all found ourselves in. It is a world that has broken from an unknown cause - and that breaking will eventually be its downfall - and the downfall of the other worlds it is drawing from."
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"My name is Kanjigar and I was once beholden to destiny, a champion of my people, chosen by Merlin's amulet."
He gestures to the floating souls.
"These are the spirits of my other fallen brethren. We once lingered here to offer guidance to our people and to each future Trollhunter as they were chosen, but the last one has moved on, to protect our people on their long journey. It's time now that we retreat to the void for good and move on to what comes after."
He inclined his head.
"But first we wanted to speak to you. We knew you were coming here. We have heard whispers from the spirits of this new world, about how you've been chosen for a great destiny. Like we once were."
His expression looks concerned.
"We don't the full details of this destiny, and these nature spirits are not the most forthcoming, but we have knowledge of something dire you must know, regardless of what you face. Something that concerns the fate of this world, your own fate, and the fate of our own wandering people."
He holds up a hand and the light around them constitutes into a strange image. It looks like a planet that is slowly drawing twine from other worlds, unraveling like balls of yarn.
"The is the Wilderlands, the world we've all found ourselves in. It is a world that has broken from an unknown cause - and that breaking will eventually be its downfall - and the downfall of the other worlds it is drawing from."