The voice speaks in Ryunosuke's mind once more, as the screaming voices begin to fade. Eustace and Silco are allowed to retreat, though it is yet to be seen whether Gen will go along with them. For Silco's part, he may notice Kaeya's shard grow briefly hot, as if absorbing the aftermath of the strike to its holder's body.
The building falls around them, as Ryunosuke focuses his attention of protecting the remaining captive. The entity drifts upward, riding the shifts in the air, its wings outstretched. It breeze past the falling stone as if dancing. Its back is turned as Makoto approaching.
The wings of light he's been wearing, summoned by the pain of others, come to life. With a solid beat, they bring him to a halt, their feathers wrapping around him in a form of ethereal bondage. Turning to him slowly, the entity's pure white gaze meets his. It spins in the air, arriving behind his bound form, wrapping him in its arms as if in an intimate embrace. The metal beam dissolves into light.
"Still you hate," it whispers in his ear. "You, who soiled sacred ground. I will burn out your infection. I will make you anew."
The spear of light, which has been floating nearby, soars through the entity's own back and straight into Makoto, binding them together. The Kenoma within him screams again, and Makoto will feel its presence leave him entirely. Unmoored from his sect, he is helpless.
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The voice speaks in Ryunosuke's mind once more, as the screaming voices begin to fade. Eustace and Silco are allowed to retreat, though it is yet to be seen whether Gen will go along with them. For Silco's part, he may notice Kaeya's shard grow briefly hot, as if absorbing the aftermath of the strike to its holder's body.
The building falls around them, as Ryunosuke focuses his attention of protecting the remaining captive. The entity drifts upward, riding the shifts in the air, its wings outstretched. It breeze past the falling stone as if dancing. Its back is turned as Makoto approaching.
The wings of light he's been wearing, summoned by the pain of others, come to life. With a solid beat, they bring him to a halt, their feathers wrapping around him in a form of ethereal bondage. Turning to him slowly, the entity's pure white gaze meets his. It spins in the air, arriving behind his bound form, wrapping him in its arms as if in an intimate embrace. The metal beam dissolves into light.
"Still you hate," it whispers in his ear. "You, who soiled sacred ground. I will burn out your infection. I will make you anew."
The spear of light, which has been floating nearby, soars through the entity's own back and straight into Makoto, binding them together. The Kenoma within him screams again, and Makoto will feel its presence leave him entirely. Unmoored from his sect, he is helpless.