Should he stop him? Perhaps. But... he'll find out sooner or later, won't he?
The forest starts to give way to rubble. Rubble, in every direction.
Urianger's body will feel like a phantom of itself for a brief moment. Pained. Exhausted. Powerful. Powerful. It radiates like the heat of the sun in waves off his body.
He feels distress, not his own, but of a phantom, stumbling and bleeding and desperately trying to will something, something in him, something innate, to stop.
As the sensation rolls through the air, nauseous and dreadful, Solomon flinches with a deep exhale, hand running by reflex at the ring against his middle finger. It brings no comfort.]
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Should he stop him? Perhaps. But... he'll find out sooner or later, won't he?
The forest starts to give way to rubble. Rubble, in every direction.
Urianger's body will feel like a phantom of itself for a brief moment. Pained. Exhausted. Powerful. Powerful. It radiates like the heat of the sun in waves off his body.
He feels distress, not his own, but of a phantom, stumbling and bleeding and desperately trying to will something, something in him, something innate, to stop.
As the sensation rolls through the air, nauseous and dreadful, Solomon flinches with a deep exhale, hand running by reflex at the ring against his middle finger. It brings no comfort.]
...Be wary, Urianger. This isn't as it seems.