07-17-2017, 08:11 AM
The sand fell away. Inch by inch, hit by hit. It was as though the seemingly-invincible, ever-regenerating monster had suddenly lost what made it special. In truth, it was simple: he’d expended all his dark power. The energy of this micro-verse had yet to fully mature, fully blossom, and he’d over-extended it. He’d used everything to try and take down these three warriors, and though he’d almost succeeded, all things had their limits.
With the final hit, Desertman shattered. And just like that, he ceased to exist. As though he’d just been sand, all along. Sun Ogong blinked, his bloodied hands still gripping the staff with white knuckles, and looked for an enemy that was no longer there. But all there was was sand.
The spell was undone, and suddenly they could all see each other again. The brightness flickered into darkness.
The world lurched.
“I don’t like the feelin’ of that,” observed Jimmy.
Somerled agreed. “Let’s go.”
They could all feel it. That sudden hollowness in the air, like it was no longer quite as … real. Like a vacuum was trying to suck everything back out into nonexistence. That was, of course, precisely what was happening.
In utter silence, the roof was pulled away. The trio were witness to the vast expanse of sheer nothing that lay beyond.
In the twilight, their footsteps no longer ricocheted. No longer sounded like real sound.
But, warped and faint as it was, one sound persisted. The laughter of the gunslinger, standing before them.
With the final hit, Desertman shattered. And just like that, he ceased to exist. As though he’d just been sand, all along. Sun Ogong blinked, his bloodied hands still gripping the staff with white knuckles, and looked for an enemy that was no longer there. But all there was was sand.
The spell was undone, and suddenly they could all see each other again. The brightness flickered into darkness.
The world lurched.
“I don’t like the feelin’ of that,” observed Jimmy.
Somerled agreed. “Let’s go.”
They could all feel it. That sudden hollowness in the air, like it was no longer quite as … real. Like a vacuum was trying to suck everything back out into nonexistence. That was, of course, precisely what was happening.
In utter silence, the roof was pulled away. The trio were witness to the vast expanse of sheer nothing that lay beyond.
In the twilight, their footsteps no longer ricocheted. No longer sounded like real sound.
But, warped and faint as it was, one sound persisted. The laughter of the gunslinger, standing before them.
Quote:The Gunslinger will not have you escape.
You each have up to two posts each, totalling 2000 words (this may be put into one post, or two), to get the hell out of the ruins before you no longer exist, along with the nebula space. Everything is falling apart, the magic of the ruins included.
You have 7 OOC days.