They see Lemm. Possibly. The shape could be a surviving Sentry, somehow, with the shape of a horn just barely visible from this height.
Jumping down again is briefly considered. It hasn't been long enough to properly qualify as 'a walk', they conclude.
The Knight turns back and wanders deeper into the Sanctum.
There are still many jars of swirling Soul, many remarkably intact. They crack one for the refreshment and to see if they gain any satisfaction. They don't.
Floors have crashed down onto each other, making new slopes that more broken glass slid down into piles on a floor below. The Soul Twisters that seemed to have--fossilized in their chairs are left in broken pieces as well among their more recently-fallen brethren.
The floating particles of Soul that seemed to flicker through the air before are much fewer, now. Their Siblings are a heavy presence in their shadow.
...Not heavy. More noticeable. More awake and aware. They look at the shimmering light with wary curiosity.
And the bodies. More and more remains of the ones the Soul Sanctum had been harvesting from. It's not quite guilt they feel at seeing the piles shoved against the back walls from the force of panic; there's nothing in them, after all, for even spirits to linger.
Closer examination reveals that many of them have cracked and flaked apart. Desiccated, drained of more than just fluids but life itself, and their corpses still suffer for it.
The Knight's goal is chosen: they're going to find where the Soul Tyrant's dead body lies and work out their emotions on that.
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Date: 2022-11-07 02:24 pm (UTC)Jumping down again is briefly considered. It hasn't been long enough to properly qualify as 'a walk', they conclude.
The Knight turns back and wanders deeper into the Sanctum.
There are still many jars of swirling Soul, many remarkably intact. They crack one for the refreshment and to see if they gain any satisfaction. They don't.
Floors have crashed down onto each other, making new slopes that more broken glass slid down into piles on a floor below. The Soul Twisters that seemed to have--fossilized in their chairs are left in broken pieces as well among their more recently-fallen brethren.
The floating particles of Soul that seemed to flicker through the air before are much fewer, now. Their Siblings are a heavy presence in their shadow.
...Not heavy. More noticeable. More awake and aware. They look at the shimmering light with wary curiosity.
And the bodies. More and more remains of the ones the Soul Sanctum had been harvesting from. It's not quite guilt they feel at seeing the piles shoved against the back walls from the force of panic; there's nothing in them, after all, for even spirits to linger.
Closer examination reveals that many of them have cracked and flaked apart. Desiccated, drained of more than just fluids but life itself, and their corpses still suffer for it.
The Knight's goal is chosen: they're going to find where the Soul Tyrant's dead body lies and work out their emotions on that.