Essentia Animus

55-Reversed Circumstances

Even with this sudden serious shift, a large portion of the crowd still persisted in agitated arguments, a factor which left the potential risk present of even greater danger or casualty. The price of such a casualty had already been great as things stood, an almost disgrace of the hard work the three girls had put into the preparations for such an event.

Neither Sryine nor Vwyx were aware of what Riyxia had figured out, but the notable sense of urgency displayed was really hard to miss. Vwyx pinpointed the location Riyxia had travelled to, quickly setting up a bridge that extended over the crowd, leaving Sryine in a rush to follow behind her. On arrival, presented with the bloodied scene and a tear stricken Riyxia, it was far too obvious how grim the situation had become. Sryine turned around to scan over their surroundings, taking awareness over what had brought them to this point. She could hear some of the closest arguments and the context of the dispute. Really, a group name, everyone was having an identity crisis over that? It wasn't even anyone else's name, no one else should be complaining but themselves about any given choice. Sryine took a moment to recall all of Riyxia's initial struggles with her own identity, her own semblance of a name, all caused because others felt she should have a name beyond her own wishes. There wasn't a single other person with the right to enforce any name onto any of them, no one beyond themselves. For someone to have been driven to take the life of anyone else out of utter blindness to this undebatable fact was inexcusably ridiculous. Sryine took to her concerns for anything further going wrong, using that thought alone to instill her with an augmenting fear.

"Everyone should just shut the hells up!" Sryine's voice boomed across the field, her augmented illusion projecting the sound very loudly to everyone remaining present. "None of you have any right to correct any of your peers in whatever name each of you decide to randomly come up with for whatever you could conceive as fitting for our little group. I can assure you, we haven't even taken the opportunity to come up with one either, so there isn't even a right answer to your arguments. Where you become wrong is when you start hurting each other over the whole thing, ruining things for everyone else. If you are our fans, then by the divine stop hurting.. stop killing our fans!" Sryine's outburst was responded with absolute silence, the people present becoming ashamed of letting down the group they had became devoted fans of. Arguments ceases instantly, and the crowd rapidly dispersed.

Vwyx was on her cell the entire time, trying to get Dhyinze's attention in an effort to relay the urgency of the situation, herself not being aware of what condition Ayzherie had fallen to. Sryine's outburst made vocal communication impossible in that moment, but a simple and quick text message had left enough of an impact: 'Ayzherie is seriously wounded.' As the crowds dispersed, Dhyinze had shown up to take account of the same scene, having become separated from Nuiqhyx at one point during the commotion. Jwyexzn had even appeared from the shadows, his reporting gear put away so as to keep such a personal scene excluded. Everyone stood in support of the tear-stricken Riyxia in tending to the fallen Ayzherie. To have lost such a dear friend so suddenly in the chaos of such a grand concert, it was too cruel a fate, one Riyxia simply did not want to accept. Even her spectre knelt before Ayzherie's fallen form, taking the cold hand with her spectral one.. and feeling the substance behind it.

Ayzherie's essence, it was still present, but it would be fading fast. She grasped the essence, her rage flaring like a bright flame as she pressed her will onto the essence, offering it like fuel for another fading flame. That essence was not allowed to surrender, not allowed to give up, not allowed to move on, it was only allowed to keep living. A rush of cold filled the air around everyone else, a cold that had nothing to do with the temperature itself, a cold that permeated their very being.

Sryine and Vwyx were well aware something even more significant was going on, as a faint shimmer pulsed and faded through Ayzherie's body. It was unmistakable, the astral flame was being used before them on another essence. However, rather than a feeling of the flame's consuming presence, it somehow seemed the exact opposite, the void of a void. The flame was not bringing death to another, it was being used to deny the death of another, to bring life instead. The power to command both life and death, Vwyx and Sryine could only stand and watch as a miracle was enacted before them. In resolution to Riyxia's strength of will, a miracle of life did indeed occur, as Ayzherie coughed through newly reawakened lungs.