Pain exploded behind Yukimura's eyes and he rose without any clear idea how to stop it. The tome under his throne pulsed with magic and flooded his body with power, power that he concentrated quickly into his hands and threw across the room at the songstress.
Of losses and gain...
The water around Azura coalesced in front of her, trying to form a shield, but the magic burns it quickly into steam, as each musician abruptly stops in shock, leaving only the songstress' voice to carry on alone.
A star rises, but can't negate the pain...
Half of Yukimura's mind shatters at the way her words seem to rip through him, forcing the Trance tome's magic out bit by bit, but the other half relaxes, starting to feel himself being reborn.
It's a little too much. When his guard lowers, wanting to be free of the tome's power, a final, desperate surge straight from the book gets hold of his mind and hands, and he kneels to seize the tome in his hands, to cast its spell directly at the songstress trying to attack him.
Yukimura, with the tome under one arm, collects the entire last year of frustration and pain, both the loss of his body to the sickness and even, perversely, the loss of his autonomy to the tome controlling him now, and hurls it all at Azura.
The water can't block the magic the again; she took the hit directly and cried out.
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Sing with me... a song...
Pain exploded behind Yukimura's eyes and he rose without any clear idea how to stop it. The tome under his throne pulsed with magic and flooded his body with power, power that he concentrated quickly into his hands and threw across the room at the songstress.
Of losses and gain...
The water around Azura coalesced in front of her, trying to form a shield, but the magic burns it quickly into steam, as each musician abruptly stops in shock, leaving only the songstress' voice to carry on alone.
A star rises, but can't negate the pain...
Half of Yukimura's mind shatters at the way her words seem to rip through him, forcing the Trance tome's magic out bit by bit, but the other half relaxes, starting to feel himself being reborn.
It's a little too much. When his guard lowers, wanting to be free of the tome's power, a final, desperate surge straight from the book gets hold of his mind and hands, and he kneels to seize the tome in his hands, to cast its spell directly at the songstress trying to attack him.
Yukimura, with the tome under one arm, collects the entire last year of frustration and pain, both the loss of his body to the sickness and even, perversely, the loss of his autonomy to the tome controlling him now, and hurls it all at Azura.
The water can't block the magic the again; she took the hit directly and cried out.