[A choked sound of surprise left him as the force shattered flesh and bone, blood splattering across smoldering flowers and Bryn alike.]
Br-…
[He had been certain Brynhilde was not a match for him. Had hesitated to transform because of damnable worthless sentiment—Somnus could practically hear the voice of a man long dead saying checkmate with infuriating satisfaction. Always too focused on the larger pictures to see the details right before his eyes.]
[From the door came the terrible crack of ice threatening to break underfoot with only certain death on the other side. Spiderweb fissures began to form in crackling lines from the center, where a phantom impact almost seemed to have struck it. But it did not yet shatter—not yet, not so long as the Mystic whose life fueled it desperately clung to consciousness. Every second he could buy them was another that they might reach the others.]
[Surely…surely he had at least given them enough time. Nuadha and Felix could prevail where Somnus could not alone, even if it meant one of them executed instead. Surely there would still be a chance, as faint and flickering as it may have been, that this ritual could yet be stopped before their souls could be used up for some nefarious purpose.]
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1/2 cw: so much blood and impalement
Br-…
[He had been certain Brynhilde was not a match for him. Had hesitated to transform because of damnable worthless sentiment—Somnus could practically hear the voice of a man long dead saying checkmate with infuriating satisfaction. Always too focused on the larger pictures to see the details right before his eyes.]
[From the door came the terrible crack of ice threatening to break underfoot with only certain death on the other side. Spiderweb fissures began to form in crackling lines from the center, where a phantom impact almost seemed to have struck it. But it did not yet shatter—not yet, not so long as the Mystic whose life fueled it desperately clung to consciousness. Every second he could buy them was another that they might reach the others.]
[Surely…surely he had at least given them enough time. Nuadha and Felix could prevail where Somnus could not alone, even if it meant one of them executed instead. Surely there would still be a chance, as faint and flickering as it may have been, that this ritual could yet be stopped before their souls could be used up for some nefarious purpose.]