Far Away Soul, White Cold Star

Whom Could've Preluded Thein Generations..

  Chapter: 11 Arc: 4

  The ground beyond its foothills was charred. For even the thought of such an attack would've struck not only at the targets mind, but their bodies, and even their spirits. For even the heavy smoke had been blasted with such strength that it caused a clearing unseen prior. With blades and remains of olden folk having been taken with the wind- all that was left on the plains of the mass graveyard was the rich sinners below. Their presence being a curse..for all that they bring are the faults of their predecessors..and shame on what they've been frothed.

  Heavy wheezing-like breathing plagued the thin air as the sight settled upon the scene. The sound of sizzling soon flowed as the groans of pain took hold too, but even in the solemnity covering the plains it was noted of something new. Whistèrïa having been blown away, regardless of Terry's skill, groaned underneath a bunch of rubble as her skin was tattered in bruised and slight first degree burns centered around her arms. Her nose sniffling as she held one side of her nostril with a finger and snorted out some blood on the ground, wiping her lip with her right forearm she ever so slowly began pushing herself forward out of the rubble. Crumbling of rocks against one another as she managed to crawl her way out, holding her right arm tightly from a sudden jolting pain she hissed out: "Damn..It! What even was that?!" Not taking notice until a scent of burnt skin rang in the returning breeze that made her look ahead. Her eyes wincing slightly as she made out a figure in the distance, their details not that visible from a distance, choosing to hustle her way over there as swiftly as she could.

  Trees that remained were flattened into wood chips or simply left as burnt marks on the smoothened ground. That blast had broken past everything in its vicinity and at this point she had assumed the man as well. 'His durability is..something, but the further he travels the more he's gonna meet the old ones- not even I think someone like him can compete against their standard levels of power..', Whistèrïa thought as she hissed once more from a sudden cramp forming in her shoulder that made her grit her teeth as she walked past boulders splayed in her path. Two small thumps until a rock was cracked open with a kick and Whistèrïa broke through, her broken body still riddled with energy burn out still wanted to burn till it was ashes from her unending determination. Her dirty dark pink hair swaying around as she looked around until she laid her eyes on Him.

  Body completely covered in burn skin and ash, arms frozen in an x formation to block, and his hair turned black from the soot stood Hijìn. Whistèrïa had to gamble in her head whether or not he was going to turn berserker or flat out be cooked alive, her steps averting as she subtly made her way over in curiosity and concern for her wellbeing until she noticed a small jitter. Peering over slowly she looked up to see his gaze only to see darkness, her mind somewhat coming to ease as she assumed the worst for the better. Taking her time to back up until out of nowhere a green flash erupted from his eyes and Hijìn swiped both arms back, blasting all of the dead mass from his own body and letting it reform scathe into nothingness. Whistèrïa didn't scream, merely jolted back until her arm pain sprung again causing her to hiss and lean against the boulder she just cracked as support. Hijìn on the other hand, after breaking free from the burnt scathe remains, took a quick breath and suddenly collapsed onto one knee- panting heavily as sweat rolled down his forehead and chest in droves he looked ahead in utter frustration.

  The siren merely watched on, her fast breathing soon slowing down as she recouped some strength from prior but only limited amounts, left her nothing to do except stare at him from afar. Droplet of sweat rolling down his nose and off his face onto the ground symbolized something was off to him, his hand planted heavily on the ground making it crack gave him the support he needed to slowly recover. That blast took the daylights out if him and severely drained his energy, Xèhtrï's silence being a key factor he wasn't all to keen on having as he expected some monologue yet got nothing. He looked around almost aimlessly until he felt the necklace given to him by Kira fall from his shoulder and hang from his neck, he swiftly gripped it with his spare arm and faced Whistèrïa making eye contact. They breathed heavily almost in unison as they shared a stare at one another, it was apparent that from both of theirs reaction that they hadn't expected something of such magnitude to harm them in such a way- worse..bring them to their knees.