1. Get a 12-book series about the Ancestors (including the Handmaid’s story, detailed full-page illustrations in more than half of the chapters, and lots of the heavier themes from the comic).
2. Read a full, “5”-act release of Hivebent on MSPA (in which we get tons of canon interactions and lots of epic battle scenes).
3. Play 6 more flashes of the Dancestors (in which everyone interacts with everyone at least twice, we get full characterization of everyone, there are canon titles for the Beforan ancestors, and we learn exactly what happened to Mituna).
“May I?” Lady Lunafreya asked. She held out her hand.
“Are you… offering to heal me?” Prompto asked, hesitant.
Everyone was watching him. He shifted nervously and brushed a lock of hair out
of his face. “I’m really grateful but, uh. No thanks? I’m not hurt. But—but I
appreciate the offer!” The last thing he wanted was for the Oracle—for Noctis’
friend, the person who had pushed him to meet Noct in the first place—to think
But Lunafreya didn’t seem to hear. Her arm didn’t waver. “Please.”
Everyone was still watching. Noctis, with his head cocked to
the side. Ignis, quietly observing. Gladio, arms crossed, making sure nobody got
too close to the Oracle or the King. Prompto didn’t want to be the odd one out.
Lunafreya’s hand looked warm and inviting. So he took it.
Within seconds, Prompto was doubled over, something acidic
and awful falling from his lips.
The sensation of throwing up had always been unpleasant.
This was awful.
Despite all that, Lunafreya clutched his hand. Her grip was
surprisingly tight, even as Prompto bent over, his free hand on his knee in a
last ditch effort to stay upright.
He heaved and heaved and heaved.
All he saw was black.