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Frey engulfs her easily, a shroud for her funeral of emotions. "Why not?" They reply, and through the texture of their coating, Amalia will sense that this is not just some slight of a response, not a childish taunt. It is a genuine answer. On a long enough timeline anything becomes possible, everything probable. And so, things are done. Creations made to be destroyed.
So it goes.
"Maybe just not yet." Frey replies, deeply amused and this third perspective viewing shifts and disappears, taking Amalia out of the Spire just as 108 touches the core and it all goes to hell...
..and they are back in the glade. Amalia is still naked, but that is likely the least of her worries now.
So it goes.
"Maybe just not yet." Frey replies, deeply amused and this third perspective viewing shifts and disappears, taking Amalia out of the Spire just as 108 touches the core and it all goes to hell...
..and they are back in the glade. Amalia is still naked, but that is likely the least of her worries now.
