the Voice
"Then so it shall be. Let us test your mettle, then, Rexanna Reyes, and we shall see what you are truly made of." Whilst her smile remained peaceful, welcoming almost, there was something suddenly and infinitely other in the static of her eyes. "Bastien - it is imperative that you do not interfere with this, lest you wish to inadvertently kill your lover."
Her porcelain hands moved to cup Rexanna's face, fingers splayed gently across her temples. There would be pain - oh but there would be pain, but only momentarily, as the Voice burned away the nerves capable of feeling such things. Rex would feel it then, the magic within her churning, surging, fighting to escape the transformation, and as she looked deep into the electric eyes of her would-be goddess...
They were quite suddenly gone.
Mud beneath her feet. A greyscape of bodies, of broken ruins; the skeleton of a castle that she would know all too well. Halyven in ruin, her people and her spirit broken. "This was your allegiance once, was it not?" The Voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere at once. "This place was one that you called home."
Her porcelain hands moved to cup Rexanna's face, fingers splayed gently across her temples. There would be pain - oh but there would be pain, but only momentarily, as the Voice burned away the nerves capable of feeling such things. Rex would feel it then, the magic within her churning, surging, fighting to escape the transformation, and as she looked deep into the electric eyes of her would-be goddess...
They were quite suddenly gone.
Mud beneath her feet. A greyscape of bodies, of broken ruins; the skeleton of a castle that she would know all too well. Halyven in ruin, her people and her spirit broken. "This was your allegiance once, was it not?" The Voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere at once. "This place was one that you called home."
