Never far away, always listening. These are the promises she has made to her bright ones.
Far from her shrine, still the Voice's reach is vast. Through the air comes a current of electricity. It dazzles as it races, a bolt headed straight for the gourd. Rudimentary as this punking might be, there is a mind somewhere within. A mind that can be slowed and stuttered, stopped and overtaken. It is a process the Voice knows well, and like an insidious wave of electricity, she aims to seem into the mind of the creature, killing it from the inside out.
The heat from the bolt is just a bonus.
So brave, my bright one. And so very strong. But you should be more careful with your things... Her voice, for Sam alone, is adoring and maternal. A smile in her words as through the darkness, Sam's cube returns to him.
Far from her shrine, still the Voice's reach is vast. Through the air comes a current of electricity. It dazzles as it races, a bolt headed straight for the gourd. Rudimentary as this punking might be, there is a mind somewhere within. A mind that can be slowed and stuttered, stopped and overtaken. It is a process the Voice knows well, and like an insidious wave of electricity, she aims to seem into the mind of the creature, killing it from the inside out.
The heat from the bolt is just a bonus.
So brave, my bright one. And so very strong. But you should be more careful with your things... Her voice, for Sam alone, is adoring and maternal. A smile in her words as through the darkness, Sam's cube returns to him.
