If there were a Phylannor who could at least nominally unify these people, things would be much better—
Ashen One could certainly suppress them with sheer strength, but it would still leave a bad impression.
"No need."
Faced with Ashen One's invitation, Phylannor shook her head and refused outright:
"If I go back, I'll only cause more trouble and burden you.
Besides, while your preparations are sufficient, that's still only one path.
If possible, I want to try another."
"..."
Ashen One fell silent for a moment. He said nothing and asked nothing, merely nodded before leaving Anor Londo with Gael.
"I just rejected our last hope..."
Watching Ashen One and Gael depart, Phylannor, standing atop Anor Londo's walls, shed her imposing facade. The faint resentment in her voice turned playful.
"Don't disappoint me..."
"Alright, stop fooling around and hurry back.
I don't want the plan to succeed only for you to get left behind."
Rolling his eyes at Phylannor, who was becoming less and less princess-like, Gwen smiled and shook his head. Then he leapt into the air, shooting toward the city walls—
Under normal circumstances, Gwen could have simply left—
He had helped Phylannor resolve Anor Londo's crisis, and Phylannor had given him the power he needed.
However, after that fusion, their relationship was clearly no longer a mere transaction.
If possible, Gwen did not want to abandon Phylannor after the intimate contact they had shared—
Namely, Phylannor helping him fuse with the Soul of the Light King left behind by the Sun King through their soul connection.
And while Ashen One absorbed those Dark Souls, after seeking Phylannor's consent, Gwen also had Prometheus retrieve some precious data recorded during the earlier experimental preparation phase—
Several years ago, when Yolandale and Rita—while Yolandale was still a genuine flat-chest—were