The Lord of Shades is hanging in midair. No warning, no ceremony. Just there, blocking the rain from falling upon the comparatively shorter buildings with their massive form.
It's an uncomfortable shock after so much time in the Hot Springs' comfort. The cold alone is negligible, but the lack of Soul is far too noticeable.
Void teleportation works better when one can see where they're aiming; they hadn't intended to appear in the City of Tears itself. The gate between City and Fungal Wastes is above, they judge, craning their neck. The Gate can be removed now, they believe? And then through the Wastes as quickly as possible to Deepnest. They don't wish to meet the Mantids like this.
Before they can swarm upward, the Lord of Shades glances down.
And they spot a figure they don't wish to meet here either, albeit for significantly different reasons. (What is he holding? Is that a blade? No, it can't be. They can figure it out later!)
The God of Gods makes a sharp turn to whip behind the nearest tower. Don't look up don't look up don't look up--
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It's an uncomfortable shock after so much time in the Hot Springs' comfort. The cold alone is negligible, but the lack of Soul is far too noticeable.
Void teleportation works better when one can see where they're aiming; they hadn't intended to appear in the City of Tears itself. The gate between City and Fungal Wastes is above, they judge, craning their neck. The Gate can be removed now, they believe? And then through the Wastes as quickly as possible to Deepnest. They don't wish to meet the Mantids like this.
Before they can swarm upward, the Lord of Shades glances down.
And they spot a figure they don't wish to meet here either, albeit for significantly different reasons. (What is he holding? Is that a blade? No, it can't be. They can figure it out later!)
The God of Gods makes a sharp turn to whip behind the nearest tower. Don't look up don't look up don't look up--