[Another jolt of power gets sent through the soul of the two men, Childe's ghastly and ethereal scream echoing throughout the room again. This god seems to enjoy it, seems to revel in his pain. A small crystal focus appears in his hand, holding it up to the spirit held tight in his grasp.
And now you'll regret it, little star. I'd love to sit here and torture the Harbinger for a while longer, but I've got you to deal with. Don't worry, I've got a home prepared for him...well, them, isn't it? How foolish, now they'll both suffer. As for that thing, don't fret- he's already dead.
Childe stares at the crystal focus, his eyes widening, fear filling him. If he goes in there, he's probably not coming back out. Though, he recognizes the change in Lumine, and he knows his comrade has come out in this crucial moment. He laughs, his voice strained, trying to distract the god from doing the deed so Lumine has a good shot at him.]
Oh, you're in trouble now. It's like the old Snezhnayan saying goes, "The lady bears a crust of rage as the ground bears hardened frost in the morning. Some days, it melts with warm persuasion, but on others, it lingers, and all is hollow ere its cold fury."
Don't say I didn't warn- Ngghhhhhhaaaaahhhhh!!!!
[The god lances more power through the spirit, gripping the ghostly neck of the Harbinger even tighter as he loses his temper with Childe's sassy mouth, his attention momentarily moved to silence him.]
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And now you'll regret it, little star. I'd love to sit here and torture the Harbinger for a while longer, but I've got you to deal with. Don't worry, I've got a home prepared for him...well, them, isn't it? How foolish, now they'll both suffer. As for that thing, don't fret- he's already dead.
Childe stares at the crystal focus, his eyes widening, fear filling him. If he goes in there, he's probably not coming back out. Though, he recognizes the change in Lumine, and he knows his comrade has come out in this crucial moment. He laughs, his voice strained, trying to distract the god from doing the deed so Lumine has a good shot at him.]
Oh, you're in trouble now. It's like the old Snezhnayan saying goes, "The lady bears a crust of rage as the ground bears hardened frost in the morning. Some days, it melts with warm persuasion, but on others, it lingers, and all is hollow ere its cold fury."
Don't say I didn't warn- Ngghhhhhhaaaaahhhhh!!!!
[The god lances more power through the spirit, gripping the ghostly neck of the Harbinger even tighter as he loses his temper with Childe's sassy mouth, his attention momentarily moved to silence him.]