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Episode 3 Part 3 Sneak Peek #11
🕑 Added 2023-12-29 18:00:06 +0000 UTCYou instincts are screaming at you, but your mind is set.
Against your better judgement, you crouch and place $blade at your feet. Aeran’s eyes widen with fear and surprise. He stares, dumbfounded, too taken aback to interfere. Or perhaps he assumes you have some kind of mediocre plan and wants no involvement in it.
You straighten and step over your blade, walking determinedly towards the hollow skull. Steeling yourself, you stare into the black.
The black stares back.
The white eyes blink, dimming for the briefest of moments before their glow intensifies. The choir is an unearthly hum now, its discordant harmonies thrumming painfully within your skull. Though perhaps you are misunderstanding, you sense some desire to speak, some desperate need to communicate with the only living beings who can survive in its presence.
The sound of its essence vibrates through the recesses of your body. Your bones hum, your teeth clatter, your heart pounds. Even shielded from its magic as you are, its physical presence is impossible to comprehend. This being exudes a force upon its surroundings that could very well rip you to shreds.
But not yet. Not yet.
Continue.
[TIMED CHOICE]
To unlock the rest of the questions, the MC must ask each question in order without running out of time. However, there is a cost for asking each question.
1. “What are you? Who are you?”
2. Question unknown.
3. Question unknown.
4. Question unknown.
5. No questions, you’re putting an end to this. Attack it.
1. “What are you? Who are you?”
The chorus shifts and the pain lessens, the voices whispering about you like the gentlest breeze. You strain, trying to make sense of the syllables and vowels. If you can hear words, you cannot comprehend them. The language is too foreign, too nonsensical.
And yet it seems to understand you.
You cannot help but wonder how much more you would understand if you could embrace its magic. What illusions it could cast to explain its meaning, whether it could twist your mind’s perception to turn a lack of knowing into understanding. Unfortunate that the very thing that keeps you alive in its presence also prevents it from communicating with you.
More stone crumbles around you, hurled into the storm. You flinch, ducking as it passes overhead, far too close for comfort.
