Silque's eyes widened, her nails digging into the man's hands as they cut off her airway. She wouldn't last long if this kept up, but she found herself smiling in the end.
"Didn't I say...I'd rather die than be one of you? If you're...the one....representing the Goddess' teachings Saint Fidelitas?" She gasped out and spat his new 'name' like a poison much like he had done to Mila's name, letting go of the man to thrust her arms towards his chest, Nosferatu slamming and seeping into it with force. To hurt. To defend. Dark magic festering and noxious. Her vision was fading, she couldn't draw breath, and she started to shake but she kept smiling because she found this funny.
"Yes, a shame....that the Goddess is left with you on her side. An arrogant...ignorant...fool...of a Saint."
Really he was killing a girl who's faith differed from his. This was no different than the war in her own world! It really was funny!
One last spell, one last effort.
Expel.
Given it's nature, she wondered if it'd teleport them both away or simply remove Luthor from his arms? She didn't know where the target would end up, or what would happen. She just didn't know, everything was growing dark, not even the light of her magic could be seen.
In a flash, Luthor and Silque were gone. The might of the Goddess' Saint battled against the might of Mila. The fragment of the Goddess that burned within Luthor pushed against the pull of Expel.
Luthor howled in mix of fury and terror and the pair jumped from one dimension to the next.
They shifted through the third dimension of space into the forth dimension of time
From the forth dimension to the fifth dimension of orthoplexes.
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From the fifth dimension to the sixth, the realm of Hyperbolic Space
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From the sixth dimension to the seventh, the realm of Vector Space.
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From the seventh dimension to the eighth, the realm of Euclidean Space.
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From the eighth dimension to the ninth, the realm of vectors without distance.
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Luthor and Silque crashed through the barrier of the 10th dimension. The entered into the realm of imagination. The shattered its outer limits. There entered the 11th dimension, the highest point of reality. They entered the realm of inconceivable things. They didn't stop. They were expelled further. And further and further.
The laws of reality acknowledge that the a 12th dimension cannot exist. The existence of realm
beyond the realm of inconceivable things would be inconceivably inconceivable. To traveled to the 12th dimension is to enter a world of impossible impossibilities. Were it to exist, it would topple the tower of dimensions. There is no 12th dimension.
The Twelfth Dimension cannot not exist. And yet, Silque and Luthor slipped into it anyway.
They saw a mighty oak tree. It stretched on in all directions as far as their eyes could see. Or, rather, as far as their minds could conceive. Held on to Silque for dear life. His hands remained fixed around her neck. But they had entered into a post-matter world. No matter how tightly Lex squeezed, Silque didn't die. She didn't feel even the smallest sting of pain.
The pair continued to fall through the Twelfth dimension. The Infinity Tree drew them inwards towards its truck. Its binding branches reached out to bind their limps. Luthor stretched out his own arms towards one of the tree's great fruits. He had to reach it. He had to. He had to.
Contact
Luthor crushed the fruit in his hands. The Infinity Tree recoiled and released the past. The Dimension itself recoiled. It spat the pair out.
They came crashing back into the realm of inconceivable ideas. They smashed through the realm of imagination. Through the realm of of without space. Through the realm of Euclidean Space. Through the realm of Vector Space. Through the realm of Hyperbolic Space. Through the realm of Orthoplexes.
Back into the 4th dimension. Back to the realm of time. The pair struck the Earth outside the Temple with a crack. Their bodies were screaming with pain. Their minds screamed louder still.
Luthor tightened his right hand. He pulled it closer to his chest.
They'd done it. They had traveled to an impossibly impossible place and lived to tell the horrific tale.
Or at least, Luthor had.
Dazed and dazzled, Luthor stumbled towards Silque's barely conscious form. As a shape-change, his body was recovering faster than hers. His mind has been trained to endure such things. He staggered forth and threw himself atop of her. He raised his mighty fist above his head and struck down upon the helpless girl.
STATUS: Silque// ???
Silque's body died, but her mind lived on. She was still aware... aware and dreaming...
Dreaming...
Dreaming...
Dreaming...
@Takumi
“The first floor’s the safest bet to get out...”
She paused, before turning to Ashe.
“First floor...”
@Takumi
"Let's go, then." Ashe nodded, moving beside her and attempting to get the two to the first floor with bow drawn and at the ready to protect the other. They should probably find her a weapon to defend herself, but he was happy to fight if it kept her safe.
"Y'know, maybe I could try and teach you some offensive magic sometime? I'm not much good at it myself, but if you're willing to learn once we're out of this mess." He offered, because they
would get out of this. They
had to.
@Sark @Capri
"Going somewhere?" A bloodied and crazed Luthor spat. His eyes were black and cold. He wan't playing the role of the zealot, nor was he playing the role of the dutiful servant. He was something more than a man now. He was something more primal. He was the Apex Predator.
He tossed Silques' body across the floor.
"Don't you want to stick around for the festivities? No? Fine by me." He stopped his foot. A tremor shook the corridor. The hall came crashing down. The floor above it came crashing down too. Tons upon tons of stone and concrete came crumbling down around Ashe and Maddie.
"End of the line, 'Chosen'. Show's over."
@Takumi @Capri
Everything had fallen into chaos. Kolin could only wonder if this was what was occurring before even the uprising. But there were only a few ways to get out of here...and if they were to work, they needed to use them fast. "I can make us a pathway to the ship bay," she said. "But we will need to act quickly if we hope to escape."
With that, Kolin brought her hands up, starting to form a path of solid ice, one thick enough to carry the weight of the duo. Her mind went to sone of the others-Ashe, Silque, Beau...where were they? What side had they chosen? She would pray for their safety if she couldn't find them...but first she'd need to save herself.
@Sark @Jeremi
ROMAN
Roman ran as fast as he could across the roof, but trying not to be seen.
He made it to another area, an area away from the courtyard. He hopped from tree to tree in an attempt to avoid detection.
He hopes Maol-Chaluim can protect him.
@Sark
In a flash of emerald thunder, the Goddess leaped from the wreck of the Wider Council chamber. She landing sent a shockwave rippling across the roof, shattering its tiles and dislodging its gargoyles. Murderous intent danced in her eyes. She held the Gohan and Kale in either hands. She effortlessly dangled their them by their heads for a moment or two. She tossed their unconscious bodies off the side of the Temple.
"I can sense it!" She hissed.
"Silque's light has already been blotted out! Ashe and Maddie will be joining her shortly! Your escape has failed! You could have exiled the traitors! Imprisoned them! But no! You sin is the same as Urien's. You've incited rebellion where it wasn't needed. You've gotten your allies needlessly killed! Admit it!" She screeched.
"Admit that you never should have defied me! Admit it!"
Storm clouds began to gather overhead. Emerald thunder danced from one cloud to another.
"Admit it, and this all goes away! Return to me, and I'll bring them back! I'll take away your doubt! Things can go back to the way things were! Orderly! Peaceful! Please! Return to me!"
@Jeremi @Capri @Yun Lee