Unbalanced
With an almost imperceivable shrug, the figure laughs.
"I am High Priestess Wue'le, little curse. You must be so lost, yes? Do not fear, we are all at our end now."
She begins to walk closer to you, wand pointed at your chest. Strangely, you feel unable to move your legs or arms.
"But what I want to know is, why are you connected to so many threads? They wrap around you from universes I've never seen..." Her voice trails off as she seems to follow an invisible line from your chest to the sky. "...ah yes, I understand."
"I have come for your head, Wue'le. This is the last time." A voice bellows behind you.
For a moment, her eyes stay locked on the sky, unblinking. Carefully, cautiously, she steps away. Unable to turn your head, you can only hear the gruff voice that has appeared on the stairs behind you.
"You did it you blasted fool. You broke the Balance! There can be no life after this."
A figure clad in black-iron armor steps past you, shoving you to the ground. As you crumple to the floor, striking a smooth statue of a man robed in simple cloth, you slowly feel movement return to your limbs.
"You've been waiting for this for so long, haven't you Mael? Your axe has thirsted for me twice as long now as your heart did." The woman takes a step backward, subtly twisting her free hand into a bizarre claw. Unseen by the warrior, it begins to form a green miasma along her fingers.
"This is not that, or us. The wall is broken. Those two that you summoned-"
"Those two things were not our goal," Wue'le interrupts, suddenly cracking her wrist to her thigh. A long, thin strand of green light snakes down from her palm, forming a hissing whip. "You know well that we sought no more loss of life, ever. The True Seekers have always sought to restore souls, not end them!"
The man lowers his shoulders, bracing the axe in two hands. "I never thought you were lying back then. But goddesses help me I was blind to what you became."
With that, the warrior leap, axe held high.
"I am High Priestess Wue'le, little curse. You must be so lost, yes? Do not fear, we are all at our end now."
She begins to walk closer to you, wand pointed at your chest. Strangely, you feel unable to move your legs or arms.
"But what I want to know is, why are you connected to so many threads? They wrap around you from universes I've never seen..." Her voice trails off as she seems to follow an invisible line from your chest to the sky. "...ah yes, I understand."
"I have come for your head, Wue'le. This is the last time." A voice bellows behind you.
For a moment, her eyes stay locked on the sky, unblinking. Carefully, cautiously, she steps away. Unable to turn your head, you can only hear the gruff voice that has appeared on the stairs behind you.
"You did it you blasted fool. You broke the Balance! There can be no life after this."
A figure clad in black-iron armor steps past you, shoving you to the ground. As you crumple to the floor, striking a smooth statue of a man robed in simple cloth, you slowly feel movement return to your limbs.
"You've been waiting for this for so long, haven't you Mael? Your axe has thirsted for me twice as long now as your heart did." The woman takes a step backward, subtly twisting her free hand into a bizarre claw. Unseen by the warrior, it begins to form a green miasma along her fingers.
"This is not that, or us. The wall is broken. Those two that you summoned-"
"Those two things were not our goal," Wue'le interrupts, suddenly cracking her wrist to her thigh. A long, thin strand of green light snakes down from her palm, forming a hissing whip. "You know well that we sought no more loss of life, ever. The True Seekers have always sought to restore souls, not end them!"
The man lowers his shoulders, bracing the axe in two hands. "I never thought you were lying back then. But goddesses help me I was blind to what you became."
With that, the warrior leap, axe held high.