As the light of the Sanctifier overwhelms the city, things seem to reach a fever pitch. From a despair laden bow, and arrow of lightning is nocked by Childe, launched at the Innocence and its host as he implores it to join him in death. Little does Childe know, but the as the cracks of entropy spread through the city, the Kenoma is prepared to answer the call of his misery.
The Celestial Voyager, a summoned whale born of water, emerges from Childe's shot, but it is not just that. No, the water has gone dark, like the endless depths of the deep ocean; the Voyager has become corrupted by the Kenoma itself. It more than beckons the Sanctifier towards its demise: it demands it.
The Corrupted Voyager breeches over the Sanctifier, its dark waters threatening to smother the flames of its wings and halo. The dragon cries out in shock and agony, opposing elements clashing. Within it, its souls begin to clash.
The Innocence cries out in grief for the strength of Childe's refusal. Was it truly too late? It had hoped to guide the Pleroma home, but what is left in this world for them, as it is, with sorrows so deep? Had it been wrong to leave its sanctuary... to fight?
The flame within it still burns, however, even as the crash of void-dark water threatens to wash it away. No, the man within roars. He would return with those he loves. He would not surrender, not give in. He will not be the reason for his comrade's tears.
The Sanctifier staggers, its wings flickering, its body struggling to stay aloft. It in this moment of weakness that the blade of the Regent strikes.
Makoto streaks through the air as an arrow of oblivion, piercing through the Sanctifier's chest. Its roars of defiance become choked with blood and bile, its glowing fluids bathing the buildings beneath it. Where the blood touches earth, flowers grow. The Sanctifier presses a glowing claw over the wound, wavering with exhaustion and pain.
It must flee, it realizes. It must lead the Pleroma from the jaws of darkness before it's too later. It bolsters itself, lashing out with everything it has, wild and unyielding.
Meanwhile, those of the Kenoma who have been fighting will hear the Regent speak within their minds:
"The time is now... do not allow the beast to escape."
Across the ground, the darkness swells.
RAID-WIDE EFFECT: ENTROPY'S PLEA
As she shadows close in, and Xishen falls to the ground and goes still, the will of the Regent is heard. As Childe extinguishes the flames of hope beneath the weight of despair, the end is foretold. All Kenoma attacking this round will receive an extra roll, as if they have an invisible supporter.
ROUND FIVE (FINAL)
The Celestial Voyager, a summoned whale born of water, emerges from Childe's shot, but it is not just that. No, the water has gone dark, like the endless depths of the deep ocean; the Voyager has become corrupted by the Kenoma itself. It more than beckons the Sanctifier towards its demise: it demands it.
The Corrupted Voyager breeches over the Sanctifier, its dark waters threatening to smother the flames of its wings and halo. The dragon cries out in shock and agony, opposing elements clashing. Within it, its souls begin to clash.
The Innocence cries out in grief for the strength of Childe's refusal. Was it truly too late? It had hoped to guide the Pleroma home, but what is left in this world for them, as it is, with sorrows so deep? Had it been wrong to leave its sanctuary... to fight?
The flame within it still burns, however, even as the crash of void-dark water threatens to wash it away. No, the man within roars. He would return with those he loves. He would not surrender, not give in. He will not be the reason for his comrade's tears.
The Sanctifier staggers, its wings flickering, its body struggling to stay aloft. It in this moment of weakness that the blade of the Regent strikes.
Makoto streaks through the air as an arrow of oblivion, piercing through the Sanctifier's chest. Its roars of defiance become choked with blood and bile, its glowing fluids bathing the buildings beneath it. Where the blood touches earth, flowers grow. The Sanctifier presses a glowing claw over the wound, wavering with exhaustion and pain.
It must flee, it realizes. It must lead the Pleroma from the jaws of darkness before it's too later. It bolsters itself, lashing out with everything it has, wild and unyielding.
Meanwhile, those of the Kenoma who have been fighting will hear the Regent speak within their minds:
"The time is now... do not allow the beast to escape."
Across the ground, the darkness swells.
As she shadows close in, and Xishen falls to the ground and goes still, the will of the Regent is heard. As Childe extinguishes the flames of hope beneath the weight of despair, the end is foretold. All Kenoma attacking this round will receive an extra roll, as if they have an invisible supporter.