[ Frederick listens solemnly, face creasing even further as Cain spells out the simple tale of his brother's demise. Bad enough to lose a dear brother, but even worse to not know the true cause of death and be forced to make conjecture.
It reminds him a little of the Risen threat of all those years ago, sudden figures dropping from the sky and spreading across Ylisse like poisonous ash. They'd figured out the cause eventually but Cain...
Frederick stirs, restless. ]
I'm sorry. Did you ever figure out from where the light came? What caused it?
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It reminds him a little of the Risen threat of all those years ago, sudden figures dropping from the sky and spreading across Ylisse like poisonous ash. They'd figured out the cause eventually but Cain...
Frederick stirs, restless. ]
I'm sorry. Did you ever figure out from where the light came? What caused it?