Asch charges forward, sword swinging and knocking the bs akimbo and out of the way as he races toward the eye, that same golden thread following him as it reaches out toward Dimitri. Dimitri's knocked on his back, and the wires hang over him menacingly as the eye begins to pulse.
And Flayn's knife collides into the eye and the sharp screech of strings rings out, the ground beneath them rumbling angrily and collapsing under Flayn's feet, a fissure growing beneath her in the wood that pulls her down and out of sight.
The golden thread disappears not long after, a cacophony of notes playing disjointedly over the sound of the song as the fissure closes up. Careful, Flayn. It's a very, very far fall through the darkness.
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Asch charges forward, sword swinging and knocking the bs akimbo and out of the way as he races toward the eye, that same golden thread following him as it reaches out toward Dimitri. Dimitri's knocked on his back, and the wires hang over him menacingly as the eye begins to pulse.
And Flayn's knife collides into the eye and the sharp screech of strings rings out, the ground beneath them rumbling angrily and collapsing under Flayn's feet, a fissure growing beneath her in the wood that pulls her down and out of sight.
The golden thread disappears not long after, a cacophony of notes playing disjointedly over the sound of the song as the fissure closes up. Careful, Flayn. It's a very, very far fall through the darkness.
What now?]