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Post by DM on Oct 2, 2018 9:15:51 GMT -6
As Ace stands aside preparing himself for a fight, three hands claim the crystal at once. As soon as they touch its glittering form, the crystal erupts with both light and darkness alike. The effect is blinding -- overwhelming -- and yet the three cannot wrench themselves away. The power surges through them like electric volts searing their veins. As the power overtakes them, the light changes forms to crimson red beside a cool and sacred blue.
"You've done it!" The harsh voice resounds through the minds of both Ardyn and Mateus so strongly that it can be heard resonating from them in gasps of rough and triumphant laugh. "Lend me your power!"
Yeul is bathed in a calming light that envelopes her completely from her helm to her hair which flows like water in the wind. "Hold on. Please, hold on!" A desperate voice pleads through her thoughts and outside of it. "We mustn't let them succeed!"
The wind strengthens to a deadly cyclone that rips at the altar's foundations and tears off the marble overhanging in rough crumbles. The three remain unaffected by the gale, rooted in place by the crystal's magic as above them the sky darkens and the winds take shape. Obscured by debris, two hazy forms come into focus, silhouetted by red and blue respectively. Above Yeul stands the delicate outline of a woman. Above Mateus and Ardyn, the hulking form of a horned beast. The winds scream, howling as they pick up speed faster and faster until...
A woman screams. There's a terrible crack as the crystal shatters. The red light quickly overtakes the blue, and in one final flash, the goddess' power overtakes both Yeul and Ace. The wind slows, quieting until it falls completely silent -- the once windswept tower utterly still. When the light fades, only Ardyn and Mateus remain. Yeul and Ace have disappeared.
On the altar remains only two shattered fragments of the crystal that were too embedded in the altar's base to scatter. Above it, a draconic shadow hovers -- watching them.
"The first seal has been broken." Its voice comes cold and slithering, no longer echoing with its previous duality. "The master of the dead shall awaken once more. Take the seal's remaining power and find him to the South. Soon, this world shall be reformed as it was always meant to be. Only then will the portal open..."
The voice dies down to a mere whisper as the spirit fades away. The top of the tower is empty and ruined. The winds have broken the pillars and swept away the statues and engravings. Now there remains only a few simple shards and a tomb that has lost its guardian. The air is still.
Outside of the tower's walls, Yeul and Ace fall into desolate snow. Above them, a soothing blue light pulses its despair. "Chaos has won," a woman's voice whispers. "My power wasn't enough. Soon, evil shall rise from the shadows. A foul Fiend of legend." The light emboldens itself, flashing brighter. "You must gather forces to stop it or all shall be lost! Please. I beg of you..." The voice fades with the light it embodied. When there's nothing left but a vague glow, it leaves with a final echo. "Please...My warriors..."
The hills of the World Sight are quiet and still. The wind has ceased and will be forever silent.
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