Great Plateau Tower — 6:00 AM; Sunny.


'Try… try to remember…' he heard her say, and Link felt himself collapse by the stone pedestal on that tower, holding on while the earth jerked and trembled as Ganon rose from his prison. The sight of his Lord had left him speechless and in awe, for the beast was a majestic force of its own: an all-encompassing storm.

He shuddered.

Had he, the idiot who did anything and everything to be accepted, seen this two months ago, he would have interpret it as a sign of some…design and would have definitely ended his mortal suffering to reunite with the dark lord (fOR gANON lOVED tHEM aLL, hE wOULD hAVE aCCEPTED hIM aS fLAWED aS hE iS), but the idiot today, the one who was no longer Yiga and was but a mere ghost of the Hero his spirit friends thought he was, didn't particularly feel anything towards the Calamity. Neither love nor hate.

In fact, this ambivalence felt exactly like watching a storm: cautious, but appreciative. And as soon as the princess locked it away, like a sun parting rain clouds, he contemplated the calm that came after, basking in how refreshed he felt.

A clean slate.

Of course, the ghost of the old man just had to shatter his moment.

"The voice; you can hear it."

Link stood up, flustered to have been caught vulnerable, and quickly stowed the Sheikah Slate. "Do you always make it your business to poke where you're not wanted?"

"I was just curious as to why you, in particular, should be the one to awaken the tower. And I see that I have gotten my answer." Rhoam said in his defense, tapping the ground once with his walking stick. He added, "The goddess certainly has a way of planning things."

Two months ago, Gam of the Yiga would have sneered at the mention of the goddess' as was the teachings of the clan, but today, Link only raised an eyebrow. He also felt neither love nor hate for Hylia.

"I should be leaving," he told the king instead, as the slate beeped once again, displaying a new objective: "Seek Out Impa".