"Tomorrow morning," Liz couldn't see Prompto's eyes, but the awe in them was carried over in his voice, "we might go talk to a god. Titan. The Archaean. He's said to be sleeping under the Meteor in the Disc of Cauthess, but he may be waking up. There's been all these earthquakes, and ever since we hit Duscae, Noct's been having these headaches and visions of him. Lady Lunafreya's in them, too, so Gladio thinks she may be going around to the gods and asking their favor of Noct's behalf...."

It all came out in a babble, and ended in a wistful sigh, turning toward that oscillating glow of the Disc nearby.

"I wish I could send you a picture, Liz. It's so beautiful...Better yet if you could be here with me to see it first hand..."