☼ - Vadim is frozen in fear, simply clinging to Zufash as she clings to him. They leave a bloody streak on the floor as they’re dragged into the other room, towards a window that shows the City below.
Zufash screams when Vadim is hoisted up by the entity, losing grip of her father and falling to the ground. She whimpers in fear, and Vadim tries to reach out to her through their bond, letting her know everything will be alright, even if he does not quite believe that himself.
Vadim crans his neck to look at the City below, and his heart is in his throat as he sees the burning buildings beneath them. So much destruction - how long will it take them to come back from this? He musters the energy to glare at the Darkness, a hollow laugh leaving him. A trickle of blood comes from the corner of his mouth, evidence of further internal injuries.
“The Traveler is our ally, our benefactor,” he rasps. “But Humanity can and will save itself.” He flinches when the glass begins to crack, having an idea of exactly what’s coming. And then the glass shatters and he can feel the wind on his back. Then the Darkness takes a step towards the display window and he finds himself clenching at its arms desperately, even though to touch it burns.
“No!” Zufash has managed to stagger to her feet despite her wounds, and takes a step towards the pair, Light whirling around her like a storm. The markings adorning her body glow with light and Light, her eyes a brilliant white. “You will not take him from me!”
The Warlock gathers the Light to her, pulling at every reserve she has, and takes a step forward. And then another, and another, until she’s standing right next to the entity. “LEAVE US!”
Thrusting her hands outward, Light glowing in her palms, she shoves the entity back, away from the window. And soon as her hands make contact there’s a brilliant flash of Light.
Vadim receives no reply for a speech of the Traveler’s doing, of Humanity, of things he does not fully understand. No Human could ever know in the entirety of their rather short lives just what the Traveler was capable of doing and to the extent of what it had ever done. The Dark knows well enough all those things and more.
It is about to release its grasp around red stained robes and pry his own away if need be when Zufash calls out. Darkness humors her and turns its attention with the Warlock still dangling over oblivion. Amusement takes a sharp take away into curiosity towards the act before it. It can see and feel the Light within but there is no fear.
It has never known such, and never will, not in its infinite expanses.
The form does not shy away or cower when she stands beside it, silent still, a sudden screeching yowl ripping out of it on contact. Sizzling like water on a burning surface it pulls apart into strands of dark being outshined by her Light, claws releasing from the Speaker’s clothing. It turns and careens into the floor in thick splotches of marred dark on its surface.
Darkness writes but no other sounds of agony leave it, a laugh rather. It rattles away and endless chattering sound in the face of an adversary that can harm it.
“I will never leave, little one. Your kind are stuck with me until your Light no longer exists!” Words come from nowhere and everywhere together, a surge of the same power rolling through the ship in wake of Zufash’s power. Like a bolt of Arc it dances across once polished metal coated in trails of red, swirling colors among shimmering white.
“It is awake, but so am I.” In a last act the Darkness collects with a vicious snarl and lunges forward, great maw splitting open and decorated with needlepoint fangs wide enough to swallow them whole. It never comes close. Connecting from the ceiling and floor a strike of Light meets in the middle and sets the figure ablaze, burning into nothing, and leaving the pair without a physical trace it had ever been there.
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