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The blood moon rises once again.
Its red glow shines on a ravaged land, spilling through cracks and broken stone to coax the bones of the earth. Through the webbing of a ringed skylight, its light in eclipse illuminates a circle of burbling, violet-black mucus. Rimming it are characters of the same, spelled out in odd, unsteady strokes.
As the crimson reaches its zenith, a black strand pops.
At the time of their visit to the Deku Tree?
There are five old Hylians, four women and one man, by human standards looking in a range from about their sixties to nineties.
"They did not title anything so conveniently but I've got the oldsters, five people..." Anything jointly authored by any set of three or more of them?
There are what look like technical documents, from the dry formatting and diagrams, but he cannot read them. There are a few very fancy-looking letters, which he also cannot read but which are stamped with an eye-shaped seal he may or may not recognize from the back of the Sheikah Slate. Some other paperwork that he cannot obviously determine the nature of. Not a lot of results, considering how old they look.
He rattles off those names. "And I'm not finding much they all worked on together, just technical things, paperwork, a handful of letters."
"That's the Village Chief, the head engineer, and the Master of Ancient Arts consulting on the environmental committee... Strange that they didn't write much. Maybe it was all in energetic medium?"
She addresses the Deku Tree.
"We don't have much detail, but it sounds like a committee of the leads of different organizations of the Sheikah? We don't have anything like that at all, really. But I'm the president of the Engineers' Guild and one of two last Masters of Ancient Engineering living, and a closest confidant of Lady Impa, the head of the village. Is that close enough?"
"So what do I do? Just say you're released? On behalf of the Sheikah, I release you from your vow of silence!" She makes jazz hands.
"The Sheikah did not admit malice towards the King and Princess when they spoke to me, but I cannot attest to their true motivations. That they intended to rob Hyrule of its power to end the threat of Calamity Ganon forever, it is true. The reason they failed—is beyond my knowledge.
"I could feel the drain of their web of creations through Hyrule when they activated, even though the four here had not yet migrated their way into my forest then. Then, one day—I cannot tell if it was weeks, or months, or years—they stopped. Not entirely, but turned down to a trickle.
"One hundred years ago, your people activated that ancient web again. You did not know what you were doing, but I kept my silence, out of my vow, and believing that the truth would out eventually to inquisitive minds. Only..."
"...If there are four that are still at this moment present in this forest then they aren't beasts, they're something else."
"I believe they are smaller forms of the things you call the Divine Beasts. Though the energy they draw from the world may be turned to different ends, I suspect."
"Those things."
He points through a gap in the tree roots. There's a small, misshapen Sheikah-looking building just visible through it, now glowing faintly blue. Cam might remember seeing some around in his travel, but they're not particularly attention-grabbing when orange in the day. He might have mistaken some of them for Guardians.
"So... shlorping magic out of the world and into - you personally, or does this work for anybody?"
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