[ The ice barrier also entombs a number of the large butterflies and briefly protects them from the outside horde, but with the sound of hundreds of little chnks they also begin to chew their way through it with an unnatural sort of speed that teeth alone should be incapable of. Completing coating the structure in a living, squirming mass of black wings.
Fire isn't safe for him, Allen knows that. Without his Innocence he has no way to guard against it and is entirely a normal human. But the alternative against these man-eating golems in the form of butterflies... unlike with Innocence, Shouto's flame should actually burn them. Or at least, he assumes there's a good chance they will since they always seemed delicate to him, and in his own dream of them that, thankfully, is enough.
Not that he knows that. It was absolutely a calculated gamble.
That said, Allen also wasn't expecting to be frozen solid either. Encapsulated with an almost comically alarmed expression, he can't move or do anything to free himself without his left arm as the fire explodes outward around them. Igniting those black wings like tinder before scattering the cloud in a plume of ash as the fireball rolls out and levels the delicate bamboo around them. Scorches and incinerates the old bloodstains, and cracking and beginning to melt the ice around Allen too.
But the moon doesn't return. As soon as the light of the fire fades it's dark, smothering. And then they're falling through the pitch black. Down and down through what feels into a cavern deep underground. Where below there waits a shallow lake, barely thigh-deep, that'd dotted with and surrounded by freshly broken ruins and marble pillar, like some sort of subterranean water arena or courtyard. ]
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Fire isn't safe for him, Allen knows that. Without his Innocence he has no way to guard against it and is entirely a normal human. But the alternative against these man-eating golems in the form of butterflies... unlike with Innocence, Shouto's flame should actually burn them. Or at least, he assumes there's a good chance they will since they always seemed delicate to him, and in his own dream of them that, thankfully, is enough.
Not that he knows that. It was absolutely a calculated gamble.
That said, Allen also wasn't expecting to be frozen solid either. Encapsulated with an almost comically alarmed expression, he can't move or do anything to free himself without his left arm as the fire explodes outward around them. Igniting those black wings like tinder before scattering the cloud in a plume of ash as the fireball rolls out and levels the delicate bamboo around them. Scorches and incinerates the old bloodstains, and cracking and beginning to melt the ice around Allen too.
But the moon doesn't return. As soon as the light of the fire fades it's dark, smothering. And then they're falling through the pitch black. Down and down through what feels into a cavern deep underground. Where below there waits a shallow lake, barely thigh-deep, that'd dotted with and surrounded by freshly broken ruins and marble pillar, like some sort of subterranean water arena or courtyard. ]