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"UGH, it's so dark I can't see a single thing..." the hashira muttered in annoyanc. she observed her surroundings that didn't help her case. after entering the black hole, she was met by total darkness, and nothing else in particular. she can only make out what seemed to be her own breathing. everyone else who fell previously was nowhere to be heard, or seen.
the hashira decided to wander around aimlessly, in hopes to spot furin, or at least anybody else. a sign that there's life in here, and she wasn't baited.
"this doesn't make sense." the hashira stops in her tracks, recollecting the current situation. if she jumped into the same hole as the ying yang, shouldn't she have landed with him? why were they separated?
she hasn't seen the male anywhere, nor the other students from furin—or the gang they had been fighting against.
"it clicked." that's it. with a snap of her fingers and the female figured out the blood demon art of the demon moon. "there's more than one dimension in this black hole." she mutters to herself. this was the only explanation, meaning there's more to this black hole.
the reason why when they fell, they'd all been separated.
so was this the demon moon's strategy, cutting their ties off in this dark hole. to make it easier to prey. this was a jackpot for the demon moon, a perfect strategy. [name] notes there is no way of sunlight being able to enter inside. after all, black absorbs light.
"...what a hassle." the hashira continued to walk aimlessly, not not the best ideal. she needed to figure out how many dimensions are in here and quickly figure things out. the quicker, the better.
[name] needed to find the demon, along with finding everyone else too. to ensure they were okay, alive. not dead, and not failing her mission. she was a hashira for humanity's sake.
sighing, the hashira decided to shout out to nobody in particular, to see if anybody would reply, which probably would be the most unlikely possibility. but she has to do this to find more information and what else this black hole thing can do.
clearing her throat, she cups her hands around her mouth, using it as a megaphone before opening her mouth to reflect the volume throughout the entire space of the area she was in.
"ANY SIGN OF LIFE WOULD BE GREAT!"
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the [h/c]ette's voice only slightly echoed, but only around herself.
"huh." the hashira noted that sound does not travel—as if, barely. her voice had projected way quieter, even with the extra boost of cupping her hands around her mouth to project the volume louder. instead, it did the opposite.
