[ This is the realm where the restless gods dwell, Julius says, and it is another voice entirely which echoes in Sion's head: "ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ sʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ, ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴍɪɴɪsʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Gᴏᴅᴅᴇssᴇs ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇss ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴ."
Beyond familiar, this is a place kindred to where «Asruld» had been made, overrun with frenzied creatures and their voracious cries which echo through the cimmerian dark. Suddenly, Sion is struck with so pervasive a knowing that he forgets to breathe, his fingers curling about Julius' own in involuntary reflex— ]
I will. I know how to. It was what I was made to do.
[ —feathery and light, the words fall from the Director's lips in quick succession, because it is true: if for no other purpose, slaying the Gods themselves (every last one) is the function he «Asruld» had been created to fulfill. ]
Regardless of their number--...
[ It matters little, in the end. As though forming a veil about them both, swords comprised of shadow coalesce in the dark, the blades made visible to the eye by their pulsating, red as blood aura. Each is a manifestation of Sion's own will (to protect his friend), and each functions as such, forming a barrier to ward against that which swiftly approaches.
[ And then together they will stand, two lights in the dark. Julius, who has light which effuses throughout the whole of him, and Sion whose body has been written with the fate of thousands of worlds—
—except for this one, this instance where he and Julius will be the ones to decide what happens now and what happens next. ]
see what happens when you finally listen, julius...!
Beyond familiar, this is a place kindred to where «Asruld» had been made, overrun with frenzied creatures and their voracious cries which echo through the cimmerian dark. Suddenly, Sion is struck with so pervasive a knowing that he forgets to breathe, his fingers curling about Julius' own in involuntary reflex— ]
I will. I know how to. It was what I was made to do.
[ —feathery and light, the words fall from the Director's lips in quick succession, because it is true: if for no other purpose, slaying the Gods themselves (every last one) is the function he «Asruld» had been created to fulfill. ]
Regardless of their number--...
[ It matters little, in the end. As though forming a veil about them both, swords comprised of shadow coalesce in the dark, the blades made visible to the eye by their pulsating, red as blood aura. Each is a manifestation of Sion's own will (to protect his friend), and each functions as such, forming a barrier to ward against that which swiftly approaches.
"ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ, ᴅɪssᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Gᴏᴅᴅᴇssᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ." ]
...I can erase them.
[ And then together they will stand, two lights in the dark. Julius, who has light which effuses throughout the whole of him, and Sion whose body has been written with the fate of thousands of worlds—
—except for this one, this instance where he and Julius will be the ones to decide what happens now and what happens next. ]