THAT ILLUSION || Chasing the call of the chasm.
Earth is haunted, and they have come to save the earthlings before it's too late.
The Narngon school of magic is the only source of remedy for this silently perishing world. The trio of infamous queens...
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ALERT: Multiple characters and POV shifts.
"A dire remedy, an apologetic resurrection, a tragic secret and two visions. Summarised?"
He exhaled a tightened sigh amidst the atmosphere immersed in the salts of strong senses and incenses.
"Adding up this one, it's three," Valerie piqued him.
His arching brows stood frozen between his boiling temper and crinkling thoughts.
"It should be our move now. Any notions?" Rohanna spoke with her tolerance wagging on the edge.
"Yes, grace. We are ought to discuss that," Azarious affirmed.
"From where do we begin?" Kenna hurled a plausible question.
"It's all a lone stance. Perhaps we must try to pertain the facts." Galene's voice gathered the attention of Aetherthians.
"Probably the wise choice. What could the force be?"
"An ominous spirit it is. The way it bargains life for its existence!" Laurel retched his words of ire.
"Perhaps sir you are stating the eww possibility now." Valerie's ridicules softened the taut air eerily.
In a flick the rippled heart stretched out to grab his calm stick, sitting tranquil on the ledge.
You can't be a mean example to the notorious students, after all, his thoughts twisted his choice. Maybe weave the words well. A perfect tit for tat! A smirk lifted the irksome specks of dust that smoked him.
"Do you have any idea than pulling me onto the cliff, Ms Valerie?" His irate tone was disguised between his challenging words.
"My order upon the holy lights of the moon. Stop these bitter bits now. We are already on the brink of the sail and here you are trying to be more twisty. Mend your minds to what's needed. Am I expecting too much?" Rohanna sighed her anger out.
"Apologies, Grace."
"Oh Madame Valerie, let's not be this formal. After all, it's not what I expect from any of you." Rohanna pressed her strained cheeks till her ears.
"So any more ideas?" Kenna stood for the emerald woman. But silence prevailed on every end.
"Hear me out. What if it's not just an ambushing spirit?" Azarious stilled everyone's thoughts.
"What do you mean?"
"Just a spilt bug. What if it's beyond what we are trying to conclude. What if we are not even near to the truth in itself? Maybe we must now try to locate the girl than trying to join the vague possibilities."
