❛ Ꭰ — HOPE, the young warrior had hope for the once living denizens, like a light shining amidst the darkness. But sometimes that light becomes too dim, too weak to pierce the veil, and so he must endure the reality of what’s laid bare before him. What else could he do? “ Look at their necks, ” uttered D, his voice, no, his entirety limned the embodiment of resolve, and the conviction that follows when one must enact the unsavory deeds required. He allowed the boy ample time to observe the multitude of ghouls and what wounds were evident on their exposed necks, one puncture adjacent to another – they were bite marks,
“ – they’re no longer human, just husks that exist solely to feed. If you want to save them… ”
D knew what had to be done; there was no room for doubt, fear, nothing that could impede him. He stepped forth and drew his sword, the cold steel glistens even in the faint moonlight, and he moved so gracefully, for one who’s about to send these hollowed remnants to the beyond. It is here he teaches the boy that even in death, that light isn’t fully extinguished.
“ Don’t hesitate – it’s in death they’ll find peace. ” He could hear it now, from the gargled mess of groans and howls, to the bumbling and irregular footsteps trampling closer and closer. Eventually, both D and the boy were confronted by a wave of ghouls, their eyes drowned in crimson. What they saw, is what they hungered for.
ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ… ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ
it was barbaric and cruel, cutting them down where they stood. the way they lumbered toward them, mouth's half-open and ROTTED with decay. he could see the bits of flesh that hung from bone, the eerie glow of their monstrous eyes that BURNED with intent to kill. but these... these were PEOPLE. real lives that were changed forever by an apparent bite to the neck. it was no different than being bitten by a gibdo, he supposed. like the man atop the cliffside in Ikana Valley who was slowly transformed in front of his daughter. but that case had not been irreversible. he had survived through the use of magic. couldn't that be used here? wasn't there SOME OTHER WAY?
with his sword drawn from his scabbard, he didn't have time to find out. its purifying light FLOODED his line of sight, both hands taking hold of the heavy hilt to swing it with dedicated purpose. the feeling of steel cutting through flesh, THROUGH BONE-- it was something you never got used to. off came the cloak that had hung so tightly to his body, tattered and thrown to the ground. long pointed ears listened for the approach of them as he moved, eyes shut tightly with each slice. the scent was as foul as soured ground beef and the sight was none-too-appealing either, sending shivers down his spine.
a fierce, blue light seemed to build up around his blade. unleashing itself in brown wisps and crimson hues. his arms drew back, acheing at the tendon for swinging so hard, and from the deep of his gut he pushed outward with a BLAST of visible mana.
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