Within him, Estinien feels as if something is breaking, like a fissure in the earth growing wider and wide with each emotional and physical blow. As his claws tighten around the mace, as Ryu is dispensed, as he sees Makoto be infected with the same power as Gen... the Kenoma is advancing. It encircles him, its servants determined to drag him down into that dark that he's tried so hard to escape.
As if answering his pain, his desperation, something else awakens within him. A familiar, haunting presence sets its gaze upon its lost ward, and on wings of serenity and judgment, it answers his cries.
The light bursts forth, his body swathed in a chorus of phantom wings. He can feel himself fading, his fear and hatred dissolving in its soothing touch, his perception of the situation blurring until he no longer feels as if he's observing it through the same mind. Though a flame still burns within him, he is awash in whiteness, a hollowed light that he realizes now is the rightful way of things. He is someone else, someone who knows and understands the meaning of true peace.
Why had he been so afraid, in this embrace?
A ringed halo of fire ignited behind him as his colours fade, his skin as untouched porcelain and scales as shining pearls, his hair drifting weightlessly around him. His body breaks free of the earth that contained it, reborn in this cocoon of feathers and light. Before him, he sees the darkness, a rotting infection within its servants and staining the earth like blood. It's an aberration that must needs be cleansed, if the world is to ever return to peace.
He reaches into his shard, now glowing brightly, and pulls forth a spear of pure Pleroma, adorned with feathered wings. Leveling it against his foes, he speaks in a voice that is not his, a blending between that of Estinien Wyrmblood and an unseen woman's.
"Children of darkness, no longer shall you tread blood and filth upon sacred ground. Witness the strength of the Monad and repent!"
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As if answering his pain, his desperation, something else awakens within him. A familiar, haunting presence sets its gaze upon its lost ward, and on wings of serenity and judgment, it answers his cries.
The light bursts forth, his body swathed in a chorus of phantom wings. He can feel himself fading, his fear and hatred dissolving in its soothing touch, his perception of the situation blurring until he no longer feels as if he's observing it through the same mind. Though a flame still burns within him, he is awash in whiteness, a hollowed light that he realizes now is the rightful way of things. He is someone else, someone who knows and understands the meaning of true peace.
Why had he been so afraid, in this embrace?
A ringed halo of fire ignited behind him as his colours fade, his skin as untouched porcelain and scales as shining pearls, his hair drifting weightlessly around him. His body breaks free of the earth that contained it, reborn in this cocoon of feathers and light. Before him, he sees the darkness, a rotting infection within its servants and staining the earth like blood. It's an aberration that must needs be cleansed, if the world is to ever return to peace.
He reaches into his shard, now glowing brightly, and pulls forth a spear of pure Pleroma, adorned with feathered wings. Leveling it against his foes, he speaks in a voice that is not his, a blending between that of Estinien Wyrmblood and an unseen woman's.
"Children of darkness, no longer shall you tread blood and filth upon sacred ground. Witness the strength of the Monad and repent!"