Post by Kefka Palazzo on Aug 9, 2024 4:57:20 GMT -6
He felt like he was dreaming. Like floating in mid-air, feeling light as a feather. Nothing surrounded him, and he could not even open his eyes. Was this death? A limbo in which he would be forever sleeping? But no, he did feel something. He felt like he was falling. Falling into nothingness, down and down and down. Until the moment he was able to open his eyes, and the bright sun blinded him. He covered the source of light and looked up. He was actually falling.
He rotated on himself to face downwards. Had he been thrown off the Tower? But there was no Tower. No wastelands. Only a green sea of lush grasslands. Kefka furrowed his brows, and cast levitate on himself only a few feet from the ground. He had somehow found fertile lands in his ruined world. Had he been asleep for a while, in a limbo, and then returned? But this place looked nothing like any of the cities and villages he knew. Nothing like his world. It was infuriating. As he closed his hands into fists, he quickly noticed he was not in his ascended form. Had he been stripped of his powers? He pointed at a random point in the fields and let his magic flow as he would have done from his Tower, waiting for his ray of judgment to strike...
But nothing happened.
After seeing only a tiny spark at the end of his finger, Kefka furrowed his brows even more. Infuriating. Unacceptable. Unforgivable. He pointed to another random point in whatever direction and called the spell Ultima's name, but one again nothing happened except for a slight tingle at his fingertips. He growled, then cast a fire spell by stomping his feet on the ground. He immediately lit up. So not all his magic was lost. Only some. It was as if he had been taken back in time. He could cast his usual spells, but not the stronger ones, and not the ones he had used as a God. No matter. He would start again, and build his way up to the top of the food chain, and destroy everything all over again.
Only after a moment did he notice his shoe almost caught fire, and started levitating above the flames.
Oren McGinnis He rotated on himself to face downwards. Had he been thrown off the Tower? But there was no Tower. No wastelands. Only a green sea of lush grasslands. Kefka furrowed his brows, and cast levitate on himself only a few feet from the ground. He had somehow found fertile lands in his ruined world. Had he been asleep for a while, in a limbo, and then returned? But this place looked nothing like any of the cities and villages he knew. Nothing like his world. It was infuriating. As he closed his hands into fists, he quickly noticed he was not in his ascended form. Had he been stripped of his powers? He pointed at a random point in the fields and let his magic flow as he would have done from his Tower, waiting for his ray of judgment to strike...
But nothing happened.
After seeing only a tiny spark at the end of his finger, Kefka furrowed his brows even more. Infuriating. Unacceptable. Unforgivable. He pointed to another random point in whatever direction and called the spell Ultima's name, but one again nothing happened except for a slight tingle at his fingertips. He growled, then cast a fire spell by stomping his feet on the ground. He immediately lit up. So not all his magic was lost. Only some. It was as if he had been taken back in time. He could cast his usual spells, but not the stronger ones, and not the ones he had used as a God. No matter. He would start again, and build his way up to the top of the food chain, and destroy everything all over again.
Only after a moment did he notice his shoe almost caught fire, and started levitating above the flames.
