[ For a second, he thinks they've hit the Lumenarium. Blood in the air so thick it chokes you, but no. The screams here don't echo from afar. Forbidden blood drives the voices to a crescendo. Pools of it spilled across cobblestone painted red. His ice staggers and he stumbles forward.
Horrified eyes, wide with innocence, lost amid a sea of red. Overwhelmed by the sight before him. Carcasses torn apart. Inside out. Spraying blood on every surface. Bone piercing through flesh. Pools of blood. He chokes on the stench. Goes weak. Falls to his knees. Fingers dig into the melting ice SEEing everything below him.
Revulsion turns over his empty stomach. He chokes on his own bile. Spits it out between a half-choked cry of anguish. Sheltered from the horrors of the world, witnessing death of this scale of atrocity crushes him. He can't think straight. Hand shakes. Broken corposes fill his head and amid the growing panic, the sound of quiet sobbing pierces through the veil and he goes ever so still... ]
...!
[ Hope swells inside him and he forces his trembling limbs to move, scrambling over the edge of the ice to catch sight of the--
He goes white. Blood drained. What is--
Flames lick across his cheek. Flickering to life melting the layers of frost numbing his emotions and against the backdrop of the Grotesque, a firestorm wells up inside him melting the platform of ice.
He falls. Tumbling down on top of that all-seeing eye. The moment he touches it, he loses control and BURNS. ]
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Horrified eyes, wide with innocence, lost amid a sea of red. Overwhelmed by the sight before him. Carcasses torn apart. Inside out. Spraying blood on every surface. Bone piercing through flesh. Pools of blood. He chokes on the stench. Goes weak. Falls to his knees. Fingers dig into the melting ice SEEing everything below him.
Revulsion turns over his empty stomach. He chokes on his own bile. Spits it out between a half-choked cry of anguish. Sheltered from the horrors of the world, witnessing death of this scale of atrocity crushes him. He can't think straight. Hand shakes. Broken corposes fill his head and amid the growing panic, the sound of quiet sobbing pierces through the veil and he goes ever so still... ]
...!
[ Hope swells inside him and he forces his trembling limbs to move, scrambling over the edge of the ice to catch sight of the--
He goes white. Blood drained. What is--
Flames lick across his cheek. Flickering to life melting the layers of frost numbing his emotions and against the backdrop of the Grotesque, a firestorm wells up inside him melting the platform of ice.
He falls. Tumbling down on top of that all-seeing eye. The moment he touches it, he loses control and BURNS. ]