Viridius was collecting the dead.
Alistair stepped forward from the edge of the crater, overlooking Viridius from above.
The readings came back slightly off, as they always would from now on, and he quietly adjusted for them.
Viridius moved through the wreckage that Due's detonation had left behind.
He was carefully picking through the remnants of soldiers, setting each piece down with both hands.
A helmet was placed upright. A sword lay flat instead of being left buried in rubble. A piece of armor was removed from the debris and set aside, as if it still belonged to someone.
His right eye was closed. It had been closed since Alistair first spotted him.
However, the closed eye was not resting. Alistair could feel it on his scan.
Whatever Viridius's Characteristic was doing behind that eyelid, it registered as something actively running at low intensity, pulsing steadily without being directed at anything in particular.
Alistair furrowed his brows.
