[ The castle creaks and groans in response, shaking with effort. Dust falls from the ceiling. The floor rises in the centre. ]
Sypha!
[ Where it rose, the floor splits like an overripe fruit. Sypha launches ice from her hands, welding the castle’s torn floor together again. Beneath it, something dark swirls about. It would probably be bad to fall into that. Just a Belmont gut feeling there, ‘falling into infinite darkness is probably not good’. The castle shakes still more violently, tiny stones now falling from the ceiling, and Trevor tucks Sypha under his body in case anything larger falls.
And then it stops. ]
we’ve moved. [ Sypha says, de-belmont-ing herself. Personal space, Trevor. ] Not far. About a half day’s ride.
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Sypha!
[ Where it rose, the floor splits like an overripe fruit. Sypha launches ice from her hands, welding the castle’s torn floor together again. Beneath it, something dark swirls about. It would probably be bad to fall into that. Just a Belmont gut feeling there, ‘falling into infinite darkness is probably not good’. The castle shakes still more violently, tiny stones now falling from the ceiling, and Trevor tucks Sypha under his body in case anything larger falls.
And then it stops. ]
we’ve moved. [ Sypha says, de-belmont-ing herself. Personal space, Trevor. ] Not far. About a half day’s ride.