It… it killed all of the guards around them, like a violent beast mauling down its prey. That couldn’t be her… s-she’d- no, she was possessed! How come he hadn’t noticed, then?!? Surely, it would’ve been clear as day to sense the presence of that thing inside of her all this time?! Mythica… w-what was that? Did she know of it? How come he didn’t know? Maybe, it was some kind of curse? But what on earth could’ve caused it, and for what purpose other than the dread and destruction it laid out?
Oh shit, it was focusing on him now. All the Pergrandean guards, the swordsmen and psychics, they were brutally torn apart. And his words… they… they didn’t reach her…
He couldn’t hear her. She wasn’t responding to him… and the giant hound was charging an orb of mana in its maw. He had to get away from it-!
BOOM!!!
… He was too late. The expansion of black mana had raptured through his skin and flesh, but somehow, he was still standing. His arms had been crossed, and the Battle Control armor was used as a shield to little effect. His gi and garments were in flakes. This… t-terrible energy was breaking his will down. He had to weaken the beast, or it would end up killing him in its disastrous march.
It was uncalled for, unpredictable and full of power, but it was huge and easy to spot. Aiming his blade forward, he thrusted it wildly and caused a vacuum wave of greedy mana to grab at any adjacent mana that made the beast’s form and ripped it off on its track.
But he quickly dropped down his mana-infused blade… Mura was crying. What if she was still in there? What if she was feeling pain now? His Magic was long-lasting against his opponents and their mental states, the close knots between flesh and spirit, and he couldn’t make himself do any more to her. The beast would have to run out of mana another way…
WC: 340
Collected TWC: 445 (from excess) + 1408 (Mythica's excess) + 867 (Myth latest) + 340 = 3060
Oh shit, it was focusing on him now. All the Pergrandean guards, the swordsmen and psychics, they were brutally torn apart. And his words… they… they didn’t reach her…
He couldn’t hear her. She wasn’t responding to him… and the giant hound was charging an orb of mana in its maw. He had to get away from it-!
BOOM!!!
… He was too late. The expansion of black mana had raptured through his skin and flesh, but somehow, he was still standing. His arms had been crossed, and the Battle Control armor was used as a shield to little effect. His gi and garments were in flakes. This… t-terrible energy was breaking his will down. He had to weaken the beast, or it would end up killing him in its disastrous march.
It was uncalled for, unpredictable and full of power, but it was huge and easy to spot. Aiming his blade forward, he thrusted it wildly and caused a vacuum wave of greedy mana to grab at any adjacent mana that made the beast’s form and ripped it off on its track.
But he quickly dropped down his mana-infused blade… Mura was crying. What if she was still in there? What if she was feeling pain now? His Magic was long-lasting against his opponents and their mental states, the close knots between flesh and spirit, and he couldn’t make himself do any more to her. The beast would have to run out of mana another way…
WC: 340
Collected TWC: 445 (from excess) + 1408 (Mythica's excess) + 867 (Myth latest) + 340 = 3060