[It is not the Ritual that is calling. Grimm is not sure if this truly is an end. Debating while on the edge of a cliff is often worse then the actual jump. He has to. That much Grimm knows.
But he has to do this too.
One hand reaches deep within the folds of his cloak to grasp something before pulling the Knight closer and pressing what he brought out into their hand.
The Troupe Master cannot breathe. The crumbling of the Nightmare King felt like something broke within him again. And the shore is calling him. Water to douse flame.
It is what it is. At the very least--]
Look after them, my dear friend.
[And then, without ceremony or flair...Grimm vanishes into thin air.
What the Knight holds in their hand, what Grimm left behind, is the Grimmchild charm.]
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But he has to do this too.
One hand reaches deep within the folds of his cloak to grasp something before pulling the Knight closer and pressing what he brought out into their hand.
The Troupe Master cannot breathe. The crumbling of the Nightmare King felt like something broke within him again. And the shore is calling him. Water to douse flame.
It is what it is. At the very least--]
Look after them, my dear friend.
[And then, without ceremony or flair...Grimm vanishes into thin air.
What the Knight holds in their hand, what Grimm left behind, is the Grimmchild charm.]