The voice went silent. Briefly, but too long for Hans to believe that this was all it had to say.
"It will not serve you. It will come when you least need it. Weaken you." "This was bred into your kind. Developed over time. Once, perhaps, it served you well. Today, it is a weakness."
The shadow that had covered the forest faded. Rather than a cold gust of wind, Hans now felt a calming warm breeze. The entity appeared to be leaving.
