Horrors come through all sorts of portals, so the distortion at the base of the tree tells me nothing.
I'm well aware of the guards watching me, reminding me that I'm a guest and a prisoner. I wish I had some of my gear, which would make things easier; however, my brush and a spell will have to do.
I trace a Makai character in the air with my brush, using my magic to will it into a form that will detect horrors, and casting it in the direction of the portal. I hope against hope that they're wrong, that it's not Horrors, that these things that I was born to fight haven't come to Sakurada-san's world.
But the green flare tells me I'm wrong. This is a gate for Horrors.
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Date: 2012-05-19 04:12 am (UTC)I'm well aware of the guards watching me, reminding me that I'm a guest and a prisoner. I wish I had some of my gear, which would make things easier; however, my brush and a spell will have to do.
I trace a Makai character in the air with my brush, using my magic to will it into a form that will detect horrors, and casting it in the direction of the portal. I hope against hope that they're wrong, that it's not Horrors, that these things that I was born to fight haven't come to Sakurada-san's world.
But the green flare tells me I'm wrong. This is a gate for Horrors.