⑄ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠'𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 ⑄

『 Act XII: blood & viscera 』

"you absolute bastard -"

"wh - ACKH -"

the faceless grabbed the antlered half-frozen cryptid, tossing them up against the ice barriers.

" - I need you to complete this mission, Mitsuaki, but you allowed the Core to control you? really? in the middle of this? ridiculous -" the ethereal figure hissed, smacking him in the chest, "you are so lucky that my ability cancels existing spells, or else your head would be on the GROUND."

she stepped back, sighing in nothing but pure disappointment. "now. unless you would rather have your crown ripped out and your heart eternally frozen, you will help me until the Core is killed. is that understood."

"...yes ma'am."

"wonderful."

she spun their spear, aiming the freezing blade towards the path beyond the barrier, before tossing the antlered being's lantern into their arms. the assistant made a small yelp sound upon catching it, blinking in surprise.

"shall we continue, then? I would hate to keep Harmony waiting."

he inhaled a bit, readjusting the lantern in their arms, before turning the violet beacon into his waraxe with a simple shake, the heavy blade slamming itself into the dirt. he nodded, albeit slightly dazed and afraid.

"...you have to stop freezing me though. it's getting a bit annoying - "

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the deity lied. she was not going to be fine, she was NOT fine, she was nOT FINE -

she promptly slammed the flat part of her warblade into the heads of two god-killers, before spinning on her heel, cutting straight through a trio. blood, black with decay, burned like acid on the bruised skin of a god.

another few swings of the shapeshifting blade took out a quarter of the surrounding enemies, bodies erupting in flame, burning into ash within seconds. she took that brief, one-second distraction to cast a blazing construct, teleporting out of the fray for only a moment.

she barely had two seconds to catch her breath before icy cold claws dug straight through the base of her neck.

and the god-eater barely had five, before it was met with blinding, burning light - incinerating its head straight off its spine. though, in the struggle, the god burned a small part of her own face in a panic.

she cast another construct, on the other side of the battlefield, teleporting - too panicked to notice the golden ichor running down her neck, trailing from her uncovered eye.