You are quite lively for a dead man, my friend. Though— [ a half turn, to regard Ardyn with a glance as they wind their way through the bowels of the mountain, as if he might hope to gauge how Ardyn feels about that statement. Probably mixed at best, which is why he doesn’t press. ]

‘Tis less the Voidsent and more the labyrinthine tunnels that concern me. Most of them have fallen into disrepair over the decades, and where was once a way out, one would only find a mountain of rubble now.