He was one of few to feel Their presence from on high. Reaching down through the clouds, digging Their nails into the earth below, tearing at the dirt, ripping trees from the ground as They exert Their influence over the land... But never when anyone was watching.

Your sarcasm is as transparent as your entire being.

The Progenitor has arrived. How fortunate for the Light.

"Spiteful shades shouldn't speak ill of servitude. Your memory can't be that bad, can it? Fool."

(bus. responses in a bit)

(oof, didn't expect Tri to get so much attention! he's more like a side dish for the main course, so this is surprising!)

(if I don't reply for a few days, send me a dm. notifications are pretty messed up on my device.)

The blade shakes, still locked in its scabbard. He gives it a glance, but nothing more as he feels his gaze ripped away in another direction by some powerful force. Something had shifted in the air. Even the ground beneath his feet felt different. His skin starts to crawl as-

-the rattling continues, growing more violent as he stares off into the distance. He feels a presence all around him. An old one. A familiar one. A dark one. Different from the force that he felt drawn to. No... Part of Them lingered... And they were afraid. The First.

"I can feel it... That fool is stirring up trouble again."

"The vile witch is planning something. /He/ is involved..."

His senses are overwhelmed, a multitude of presences assailed him. Many powerful individuals had returned to Hyrule all at once. In his weakened state, it was almost crippling. But through this pressure, he could feel something else. Distant. Faint. Link could hear singing.

Three distinct voices... So far away. But he knew them... He could feel them. Link could feel their burning desire to return; a haunting song of joy just barely reaching him from such a distance. The Triumvirate.

(same for this account) x.com/MirroredIntent…

"The spurious shade can't seem to keep his mouth shut."

The ringing starts... Faint, yet persistent. The splitting headache always follows. It threatens to crush his skull under the immense pressure. Their song... It was much closer. In its scabbard, The Blade of Evil's Bane rattles and shakes. They drew nearer.