[ The knife, against all odds, finds its purchase within the "heart", the pulsating form of an aeon's old grudge given profane life. It beats all the faster, feeling the sacred metal of that blade pierce what made up some facsimile of its flesh. There is a screech, a horrific cry of pain and agony, from this thing that had not persisted by its own choice, but only did what any living creature was programmed to do; survive.
Light bursts from the dagger, consuming, clinching, desperately and ravenously cleaving its way through the formless beast. The darkness cries, but the light only devours. It fills the entire room, the entirety of the vision of every actual person there, blinding in its purity.
A chain reaction. Two forces collide. Chemistry. Fusion. Diffusion.
A soul is not destroyed when it changes form. It merely takes on a different shape.
The last thing any of them see, within that blistering light, in the last clump of the cursed darkness, is a form, not unlike that of a humanoid person.
It smiles brightly (too bright), and widely (too wide), and speaks. ]
"They cannot save you."
[ And then just like that, it's gone. All of it. Everything just sort of collapses and the five of them find themselves in a pile of clay dust, inside the cylinder of the containment center.
Nothing is rotting, nothing is rusty or decayed. It looks, ostensibly, as it should. The door is wide open, and the machines are all silent, and the darkness is just as thick as it had been without any power in the facility but...
... It was normal. The first normal thing any of them had likely seen since the beach party.
Toraguma doesn't speak. He digs. He knows Cloud is in there. He calls to the others. ]
Come on! We need to get him topside and to a doctor! No time to waste!
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Light bursts from the dagger, consuming, clinching, desperately and ravenously cleaving its way through the formless beast. The darkness cries, but the light only devours. It fills the entire room, the entirety of the vision of every actual person there, blinding in its purity.
A chain reaction. Two forces collide. Chemistry. Fusion. Diffusion.
A soul is not destroyed when it changes form. It merely takes on a different shape.
The last thing any of them see, within that blistering light, in the last clump of the cursed darkness, is a form, not unlike that of a humanoid person.
It smiles brightly (too bright), and widely (too wide), and speaks. ]
"They cannot save you."
[ And then just like that, it's gone. All of it. Everything just sort of collapses and the five of them find themselves in a pile of clay dust, inside the cylinder of the containment center.
Nothing is rotting, nothing is rusty or decayed. It looks, ostensibly, as it should. The door is wide open, and the machines are all silent, and the darkness is just as thick as it had been without any power in the facility but...
... It was normal. The first normal thing any of them had likely seen since the beach party.
Toraguma doesn't speak. He digs. He knows Cloud is in there. He calls to the others. ]
Come on! We need to get him topside and to a doctor! No time to waste!