[Solomon sits right where he had been, still braced against the ground.
The nearest corpse is of a young woman. The body is still warm, but pale, bloody, and covered in debris. There is no pulse. Several more can be seen on his direct vicinity. None appear to be alive.
You can hear more scream in the distance. Your distress climbs. No. No, no, you tried so hard. You were trying so hard. And yet your magic bubbles ferociously in your limbs, in your throat, no matter how you keep trying to press it down like you've tried for years. But it hurts. It hurts, and you feel what little grip you have over your own power slipping.
They had died because of you. And you want to scream until your throat goes hoarse. There has to be something you can do, something, something something.
Akira will feel the urge to double over, like his magic is trying to burst from his skin if he doesn't pull himself together.]
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The nearest corpse is of a young woman. The body is still warm, but pale, bloody, and covered in debris. There is no pulse. Several more can be seen on his direct vicinity. None appear to be alive.
You can hear more scream in the distance. Your distress climbs. No. No, no, you tried so hard. You were trying so hard. And yet your magic bubbles ferociously in your limbs, in your throat, no matter how you keep trying to press it down like you've tried for years. But it hurts. It hurts, and you feel what little grip you have over your own power slipping.
They had died because of you. And you want to scream until your throat goes hoarse. There has to be something you can do, something, something something.
Akira will feel the urge to double over, like his magic is trying to burst from his skin if he doesn't pull himself together.]