"No need to fear."
That was enough to make Israfel's eye twitch and his mind roil as a directionless amalgam of thoughts, memories and emotions. Dusting off his IEVA suit, he stood up, leaving the room. He was only wary of the stronger Nomads. Sh'ozak, Eris, Melia, Harbinger. And those who seem all but forgotten now. What path could it offer him that he would not learn from the others?
Locating it was not too difficult. However, it was... Was it one of the Incubi, not even a sign of human thought? That sounds like trouble now. Shame that Nomads were rarely specific in what they wanted right off the bat. Hopefully the Vagrants knew better than to try to infect an abomination like him.
The place where the Incubus resided was, for the lack of better word, unusual. Was that thing a temporary storage or a growing vat?
– Pretty sure there's only space for one Nomad-related implant in my body, buddy, – the Oracle said, hands on his waist. – So what do you need from a relic like me right now?
