[ For his part, Adrasteius just really, really, really wishes he were back on Azeroth. He sorely misses his old powers of levitation as he stares up--and then down--the great heights before them.
He makes an irritated noise in his throat, but there's no help for it. Going across together was the most efficient solution, and Gilgamesh would have to bear the weight. Fortunately, Adra can help, at least a little.
He draws a cross in the air, and it shimmers brightly with golden light. ]
The Light is your fortitude. The Light is your strength. May it bear you through all your endeavors.
[ Their bodies glow with the blessing; the spell enhancing both their collective stamina and energizing the muscles in their limbs. ]
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He makes an irritated noise in his throat, but there's no help for it. Going across together was the most efficient solution, and Gilgamesh would have to bear the weight. Fortunately, Adra can help, at least a little.
He draws a cross in the air, and it shimmers brightly with golden light. ]
The Light is your fortitude. The Light is your strength. May it bear you through all your endeavors.
[ Their bodies glow with the blessing; the spell enhancing both their collective stamina and energizing the muscles in their limbs. ]
All right. Ready as we'll ever be.