[ On the other end of things, a memory starts up all at once.
Why do you persist?
The unnervingly even tone of a girl masked in armor resounds in Gray's head. Gray's body is weak, the mana in the air so thin as to be close to void. An army of skeleton soldiers surges forward. Gray's scythe sweeps the closest away with sluggish effort, as if she were swinging through molasses.
An arduous battle in a miserable place. As dark and gloomy as the underworld. The earth bulges down on them as if threatening to swallow them. Sounds of steel crack behind Gray, sounds of others engaged in other fights, but she only has eyes for the girl in armor ahead of her with the regal bearing of royalty.
"I have something to ask you," Gray gasps between desperate swings. "Are you really the mind of King Arthur?"
Yes, the voice allows. I am the will of the king that was. I am a husk, a remnant. I exist only to preserve this information.
Fear. Confusion. An impression of arrays and formulas flit through Gray, leaving her with the thought that the person in front of her is more divine spirit than human.
Time blurs. The battle grows more dire. Yet Gray persists in probing the Husk King.
"Have you always been here?"
Blank surprise from the expressionless figure. And then, a voice. A real voice from the armored girl's lips. "... I." The word is a rumble through the earth. "Ten years ago, I awakened in this place along with you." The voice falls lower. "Actually, I think it would be better for you to run. To escape to the ends of the earth."
The Husk King's voice is so low as to encircle the ground beneath Gray's feet.
"However, you returned. Against all reason, you returned. So there is only one course of action. I will contain you here."
A dark spear manifests in the masked king's hand, its thorns severe and alien. As the dark Rhongomyniad levels at Gray, she hastily raises her scythe.
The sound of a crack splits into her ears as the immense force of the spear consumes her. ]
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Date: 2023-10-26 07:09 am (UTC)Why do you persist?
The unnervingly even tone of a girl masked in armor resounds in Gray's head. Gray's body is weak, the mana in the air so thin as to be close to void. An army of skeleton soldiers surges forward. Gray's scythe sweeps the closest away with sluggish effort, as if she were swinging through molasses.
An arduous battle in a miserable place. As dark and gloomy as the underworld. The earth bulges down on them as if threatening to swallow them. Sounds of steel crack behind Gray, sounds of others engaged in other fights, but she only has eyes for the girl in armor ahead of her with the regal bearing of royalty.
"I have something to ask you," Gray gasps between desperate swings. "Are you really the mind of King Arthur?"
Yes, the voice allows. I am the will of the king that was. I am a husk, a remnant. I exist only to preserve this information.
Fear. Confusion. An impression of arrays and formulas flit through Gray, leaving her with the thought that the person in front of her is more divine spirit than human.
Time blurs. The battle grows more dire. Yet Gray persists in probing the Husk King.
"Have you always been here?"
Blank surprise from the expressionless figure. And then, a voice. A real voice from the armored girl's lips. "... I." The word is a rumble through the earth. "Ten years ago, I awakened in this place along with you." The voice falls lower. "Actually, I think it would be better for you to run. To escape to the ends of the earth."
The Husk King's voice is so low as to encircle the ground beneath Gray's feet.
"However, you returned. Against all reason, you returned. So there is only one course of action. I will contain you here."
A dark spear manifests in the masked king's hand, its thorns severe and alien. As the dark Rhongomyniad levels at Gray, she hastily raises her scythe.
The sound of a crack splits into her ears as the immense force of the spear consumes her. ]