"I'm about to face something that I do not even know about it," Elliott replied, his intriguing voice. "I'll confront corrupted souls that may not only challenge my purpose, but also instigate my deeper fears."
Jon felt an immediate connection. "We all have our demons. That's exactly why we're together. And if you fall, we'll be here to help you get up again. "
** The preparation for action **
In the Saharah, Elliott met with the allies, now more confident. He would explain the plans for the mission and how his powers could, at the same time, be a resource and a danger.
"Let's unite against this cult," he began, "but I will be responsible for performing the mirror test, for each member we find. It is an opportunity for each one to see their own souls and choose between despair and redemption. "
Samwell Tarly, perplexed, asked a question. "And if they refuse to see, and do you become a vehicle and a risk?"
"If that happens, I will need the force of you to do not succumb," Elliott replied, his voice determined. "My goal is not to accumulate them, but liberate them from corruption."
** The walk to the cult **
The journey to the village where the cult was gained was long and quiet. The falling snow covered the entire landscape, reflecting the sunlight in the supernatural way. But as we approached the obsurance temple, the atmosphere became heavy with an almost electric voltage.
When they arrived, they spotted a thick cloud hovering over the temple as a presention. The congregation met in a circle, absorbing the shadows that danced in the lights of the torches.
"Convert to death, and we will be justified!" One of the cult leaders shouted, his voice filled with fanaticism and fervor.
Elliott felt the urgency run through his veins. "Stop!" He shouted, his voice cutting the air as he moved toward the circle.
** The confrontation of the past and present **
The members of the cult turned, and the air turned into an emotional battlefield. Seeing the corrupted souls under the influence of the cult, it may feel the whisper of the devouring strengthen in his mind, tempting and seductive.
"You do not need to follow this path," Elliott continued. "What you seek will not bring peace, but only more pain. I'm here to show that redemption is possible. "
The cultists hesitated, the voices of doubt whispering in their minds. However, his leader, a cold-eyed man, shot, "You're just a shadow of whom it could be. That's what the devator brought you! "
Challenging, Elliott began to touch the surrounded souls, starting the mirror test. It was a risky maneuver, for he was vulnerable in his act to show the truth.
Visions began to fill the air while the emotions were awakened. Fear became real and palpable, and the cultists began to see their lives, her mistakes, and the pain they had caused.
** A critical choice **
"Look at what they've become," Elliott claimed, as shadows danced in her minds. "This fight is going inside. Chaos seeking not to dissolve with more deaths, but in the choices they do! "
In the moment that the truth resounded, a deadly silence took over the temple. Elliott continued, "you have the choice of if you release or stay here, where the devour will only consume it!"
A cultist hesitated, his eyes shining with tears. "And if we do not know how?" He murmured.
"I guess them! Let me help them find the light that each of you own! " Elliott replied with fervor.
** Transformation and sacrifice **
The oppressions began to crack the walls of the temple and the cultist, accompanied by others, began to approach Elliott, finally ready to accept his help. But the leader still remained firm, attracted to the darkness. "You can not save everyone, Elliott!"
With a agile movement, the leader of the cult launched a spell. The whisper of the devourator echoed fiercely in his mind, but Elliott did not retreat. He used his own fear and pain against him, absorbing the darkness in a wave of energy that made the temple tremble.
Corrupted souls were released. The Covenant that Elliott had done, in his struggle between the light and the shadows, became a reality when he confronted with the cost of his purpose. In the fight, he felt his own burden - the loss of childhood memories, and at the same time, he felt the weight of the lives now released.
** The feedback from the Allies **
Finally, the energy wave calmed down, and the somber figure of the leader fell to the ground, defeated. The morning light began to flood the temple. The cultists around Elliott, now released, looked amazed, while Sansa, Jon, and Samwell, who approached, shared a complicity look of victory and hope.
"You did this, Elliott," Jon said, with a glow of pride. "Do not forget what you are: a guardian."
Elliott looked around, conscious and at the same time relieved. He had faced the shadows not just from others, but his also, and although his burden was never really disappearing, he had found a new purpose.
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* While the light of the day illuminated the faces that were now free from the cult, someone could very well ask if the battle had just started. In Winterfell, choosing to be more than the shadows that surrounded him, Elliott Wigan would become truly the * half of the lost souls *. *