The world around them begins to change. It melts into an amalgamation of indistinct colors and shapes before beginning to form something else entirely. Soon, A large room fades into view. Its polished floors and decadent red and gold drapery give it a sense of grandeur, and the large seat at the far end accentuates such a notion. It is the unmistakable splendor of a throne room.
"Call me that once more and I will make it so you never speak again." Emet-Selch finally says in return to Howl's comment. The tone is sharper and sounds different compared to how he usually speaks, even when irritated.
Emet-Selch approaches the throne and sits on it with all of the confidence of someone who is meant to be there. Although, his appearance from moments ago is different as well: He has hair that looks almost entirely brown instead of white, clothes that exude an air of regality, and a face that looks a little younger, but is still unmistakably Emet-Selch. It's the only indication of this being some time long ago. A memory.
"The chirurgeon will be here soon. If you want to make yourself useful, then attend the door for their arrival." This seems to be an order he gives to Howl directly.
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"Call me that once more and I will make it so you never speak again." Emet-Selch finally says in return to Howl's comment. The tone is sharper and sounds different compared to how he usually speaks, even when irritated.
Emet-Selch approaches the throne and sits on it with all of the confidence of someone who is meant to be there. Although, his appearance from moments ago is different as well: He has hair that looks almost entirely brown instead of white, clothes that exude an air of regality, and a face that looks a little younger, but is still unmistakably Emet-Selch. It's the only indication of this being some time long ago. A memory.
"The chirurgeon will be here soon. If you want to make yourself useful, then attend the door for their arrival." This seems to be an order he gives to Howl directly.