As everyone is ready to put their lives on the line for what could be anyone’s last moments of one’s chapter in life, Jared takes this moment to tighten his raven-hued cloth that nestles on the lower half of his face. Then, looking around carefully as the group slowly ascend from the basement stairs, Jared’s heartbeat begins to race ever so slightly as with each step, an arbiter of death would be watching every single second, for grim reaper shows no mercy for anyone, even for the old, young & senile.
Noticing that, Salen produced a frown on his pretty face for a mere second; The amber-eyed thief couldn’t help but smile underneath the piece of cloth that masked part of his facial expressions.
“No need to frown… Whatever happens from this point onwards is what fate had designed; You can’t take all the woes of the world onto yourself, for that would ruin your sense of personal growth.
While Hugo & myself are pretty weak, we aren’t pushovers either. Heck, we managed to get this far now, which is already an achievement in itself. As cold as this may be, You need to preserve your own life but do not let your sense of compassion wane; We all made a choice, whether in the moment, forced or from our moral stance.”
Hoping that his brief chatter would provide some comfort to Salen would vary in effectiveness, the thief let out a cough that immediately took a bit of stamina from his body, forcing the thief to slow down for a moment before quickly recovering.
It was only then that Jared felt a weird change in his body as Synthar used his Nightorch on everyone; a brief glowing hue of misty black & pearlescence white fog stemmed from the Engraver’s hand before fading into nothing. The thief couldn’t explain what had occurred, but from what he could feel, his body felt lighter in some weird shape or form.
“I guess I can say thanks, Synthar, for whatever you did just now….”
As much as Jared would like to chatter a little bit more, once the group step in front of the closed doors that lead into foreign territory, Jared holds his breath as his gaze becomes stern as the deadly performance will begin shortly; adrenaline begins to fill the thief’s veins as this could be his last chapter in life that would be forgotten in the sands of time itself.
Upon entering the large room, Jared’s citrine-hued gaze glazes over towards the twins battling each other, as evidenced by the frost covering the floors where Cordelia once stepped & around it as if a fungus’s mycelium spreads & claims the uncontested territory.
The frigid air that lingers about causes the thief’s body to shiver as the amount of clothing worn would not suffice to protect the body from extreme swings of gelid winds for long, Something the thief didn’t think about for preparing in advance, but there was no time left to spare about pondering such matters.
Tendrils of water laced with semi-crystalline shards of ice motion themselves with Cordelia’s movements. These tendrils were sporadic & violent, whipping about from side to side as if mimicking a blade’s slash. As the two continue to converse in anger or to smear each other’s flaws into the mud, The amber-eyed thief takes a moment to collect some darkness on the tips of his fingers before it forms into multiple beads of Umbralplasm which compressed themselves into dense Compasses, readying himself as Dahlia makes the first move.
A wave of gelatinous black ooze conjures forward from Dahlia’s hand before fading into nothing as Cordelia’s body begins to slump slightly; something that Jared was concerned about as this was something that had affected Hugo and to what extent is something the novice fighter would need to learn if he was to come out of this alive.
As Cordelia’s movements begin to falter, a whirl of icy white & prussian blues of water & rime begins to form in the room, blasting the surrounding area in a layer of gruelling ice as it takes form into an entity that Jared has never seen before.
Wasting no time in the matter, the amber-eyed Nightfallen takes the initiative by quickly moving off to the side to get a better angle as he fires a barrage of Volley with the Compasses he had generated from the tips of his fingers, which begins to streak across the room. Keeping a significant distance away from the conjured entity, Jared kept his eyes & ears open as he seeks for an advantageous position to pull additional tricks up his sleeves.
Noticing that, Salen produced a frown on his pretty face for a mere second; The amber-eyed thief couldn’t help but smile underneath the piece of cloth that masked part of his facial expressions.
“No need to frown… Whatever happens from this point onwards is what fate had designed; You can’t take all the woes of the world onto yourself, for that would ruin your sense of personal growth.
While Hugo & myself are pretty weak, we aren’t pushovers either. Heck, we managed to get this far now, which is already an achievement in itself. As cold as this may be, You need to preserve your own life but do not let your sense of compassion wane; We all made a choice, whether in the moment, forced or from our moral stance.”
Hoping that his brief chatter would provide some comfort to Salen would vary in effectiveness, the thief let out a cough that immediately took a bit of stamina from his body, forcing the thief to slow down for a moment before quickly recovering.
It was only then that Jared felt a weird change in his body as Synthar used his Nightorch on everyone; a brief glowing hue of misty black & pearlescence white fog stemmed from the Engraver’s hand before fading into nothing. The thief couldn’t explain what had occurred, but from what he could feel, his body felt lighter in some weird shape or form.
“I guess I can say thanks, Synthar, for whatever you did just now….”
As much as Jared would like to chatter a little bit more, once the group step in front of the closed doors that lead into foreign territory, Jared holds his breath as his gaze becomes stern as the deadly performance will begin shortly; adrenaline begins to fill the thief’s veins as this could be his last chapter in life that would be forgotten in the sands of time itself.
Upon entering the large room, Jared’s citrine-hued gaze glazes over towards the twins battling each other, as evidenced by the frost covering the floors where Cordelia once stepped & around it as if a fungus’s mycelium spreads & claims the uncontested territory.
The frigid air that lingers about causes the thief’s body to shiver as the amount of clothing worn would not suffice to protect the body from extreme swings of gelid winds for long, Something the thief didn’t think about for preparing in advance, but there was no time left to spare about pondering such matters.
Tendrils of water laced with semi-crystalline shards of ice motion themselves with Cordelia’s movements. These tendrils were sporadic & violent, whipping about from side to side as if mimicking a blade’s slash. As the two continue to converse in anger or to smear each other’s flaws into the mud, The amber-eyed thief takes a moment to collect some darkness on the tips of his fingers before it forms into multiple beads of Umbralplasm which compressed themselves into dense Compasses, readying himself as Dahlia makes the first move.
A wave of gelatinous black ooze conjures forward from Dahlia’s hand before fading into nothing as Cordelia’s body begins to slump slightly; something that Jared was concerned about as this was something that had affected Hugo and to what extent is something the novice fighter would need to learn if he was to come out of this alive.
As Cordelia’s movements begin to falter, a whirl of icy white & prussian blues of water & rime begins to form in the room, blasting the surrounding area in a layer of gruelling ice as it takes form into an entity that Jared has never seen before.
Wasting no time in the matter, the amber-eyed Nightfallen takes the initiative by quickly moving off to the side to get a better angle as he fires a barrage of Volley with the Compasses he had generated from the tips of his fingers, which begins to streak across the room. Keeping a significant distance away from the conjured entity, Jared kept his eyes & ears open as he seeks for an advantageous position to pull additional tricks up his sleeves.
