[Ajax's body tenses with rage, the hands on her that inch closer downwards sends a intense line of fire through his system. But what comes immediately after is even worse, as a purple aura begins to envelop him and his hand comes up to his head. A sharp, unrelentling pain lances through it, and he stumbles forward, his body feeling weaker as something seems to be feeding on him.
His vision blurs, and he can barely make out Pierre laughing at him, his hands still on Lumine, her eyes still filled with tears from fear...
It seems all three of them are here now. Well done, Pierre, perhaps you'll get a reward for all your hard work.
The woman who walks into the room has an aura that Ajax has never felt before in his life, eyes that glow a deep red against her snow white hair. The garb she wears is nothing but ancient, from a civillization that must of existed thousands of years ago, adorned with strange diamonds against a black and yellow scheme. He can barely make it out, as he falls to his knees, his strength beginning to wane. How dare they, what a dirty trick. What is this...
The Harbinger isn't going to be moving anymore. Finish it now, Pierre. Take what's ours and you can have yours.]
Ngh-
[He can feel something brush against his mind, a promise that was made to him that comes bubbling up from deep inside. It tells him to calm himself, that his anger was being used against him, sapping his strength. Childe, thankfully, has the gift of knowing what is happening, trying to soothe Ajax from losing himself to the mist.
You can't save her like this. You have to calm down. If you don't, she'll die. You'll die, Aether will die. Those sentiments are being sent through him over and over, and Ajax tries to regain control of his breathing. And he waits. He waits for the right moment to strike.]
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[Ajax's body tenses with rage, the hands on her that inch closer downwards sends a intense line of fire through his system. But what comes immediately after is even worse, as a purple aura begins to envelop him and his hand comes up to his head. A sharp, unrelentling pain lances through it, and he stumbles forward, his body feeling weaker as something seems to be feeding on him.
His vision blurs, and he can barely make out Pierre laughing at him, his hands still on Lumine, her eyes still filled with tears from fear...
It seems all three of them are here now. Well done, Pierre, perhaps you'll get a reward for all your hard work.
The woman who walks into the room has an aura that Ajax has never felt before in his life, eyes that glow a deep red against her snow white hair. The garb she wears is nothing but ancient, from a civillization that must of existed thousands of years ago, adorned with strange diamonds against a black and yellow scheme. He can barely make it out, as he falls to his knees, his strength beginning to wane. How dare they, what a dirty trick. What is this...
The Harbinger isn't going to be moving anymore. Finish it now, Pierre. Take what's ours and you can have yours.]
Ngh-
[He can feel something brush against his mind, a promise that was made to him that comes bubbling up from deep inside. It tells him to calm himself, that his anger was being used against him, sapping his strength. Childe, thankfully, has the gift of knowing what is happening, trying to soothe Ajax from losing himself to the mist.
You can't save her like this. You have to calm down. If you don't, she'll die. You'll die, Aether will die. Those sentiments are being sent through him over and over, and Ajax tries to regain control of his breathing. And he waits. He waits for the right moment to strike.]