The Underworld; Noel/Cecil/Noctis
It was off to another time---Noel and Serah glided through the Historia Crux in hopes to land in Academia 500AF. Their journey had been quiet since they said their goodbyes to the Director and his assistant, which had Serah keeping more quiet and to herself than per usual. Noel accepted it, and didn't speak much. Instead, he simply floated in time with thoughts running through his own head.
"Kupo...." Mog had spoke in an uneasy tone when suddenly a pull of force had him being separated from his allies. "Serah!!" The male called out while reaching out towards the pinkette with his fingers anxiously attempting to wrap themselves around the girls. A look of anxious determination washed over his facial expressions as he continued to fight against the force that was now pulling him into the opposite direction of Serah. "SERAH!" He called out once more when he was finally tugged away from her completely and pulled into a flash of darkness.
It was something he had never experienced; thus leaving him in fear. Fortunately, Noel was skilled in landing, which resulted in a safe stand on the dark and washed out ground he now found himself weighing on. Where was this place? His entire surroundings were black---and the scent was horrible. It smelt of smoke and decaying flesh. Something he was sadly familiar with.
"Where...is this place..?" Noel asked himself before mentally deciding to take a look around to see if he was the only one there. "Hello?" He called out. Though he was used to being alone--it wasn't something he wanted to experience again. Especially with the fact that he had Serah separated from him. She could be in more danger than he is , really. And this terrified him.












