Even if he wasn't in the mood, Sync knew he had to at least act somewhat convincing, and in the end he chuckled lightly when Dahlia kissed his cheeks. The feeling was definitely foreign, but at the moment he was too tired to really react in any other way. He nodded slowly when Anise finally made it to where they stood before glancing back at the door.
"It's not like we're out of the woods..."
Really, in Sync's mind he was almost certain that what they were about to face couldn't have possibly been worse. Yet as the door shut behind them, followed closely by that distinct 'click', Sync knew something was horribly wrong.
The heat that circulated in the room was almost inviting at first, but it didn't take long for its true nature to show. Yet the heat was nothing compared to what Sync saw next, eyes widening in horror at the sea of lava that separated them from the next door.
"H-how...??"
That undeniable fear had already begun to creep up his spine, but Sync forced it back, refusing to let it control him.
This next room was warm. It was warm. Granted, ice melting in your wounds was a very strange sensation, but Dahlia wasn't about to complain about it though, mostly because she could feel her limbs again.
...oh god, she could feel her limbs again.
Yes, it didn't hurt as badly as in the cold icicle hell, but the pain still blossomed up in all the little scraps and bruises over her body and made the blood from the gash on her arm bleed all the more. How charming. She gently prodded the cut with the tips of her fingers, watching the red smear like cheep nail-polish.
"We have to cross this!?" Anise was kind enough to break Dahlia out of her train of thought and into the present of what was making this room so much of a challenge. And what was it this time? More zombies? Ghosts? A dragon? At this point, she'd probably swallow whatever they threw at her. So what was so-
...This. What. Oh, this was bullshit. Did they think a five foot girl like her could leap across molten rocks, over lava, while simultaneously dodging balls of fire? Were
( ... )
Anise turned her head sharply in surprise when she heard the brief weakness in Sync's voice. It was rare to see anything genuinely rattle him, but when she thought about it, Anise realized she should have known better. This had to bring back horrible memories for him
( ... )
Unfortunately for Dahlia, Sync had already tuned out everything else as he concentrated solely on this ridiculous obstacle. He knew that if he’d been at full power he could’ve crossed this easily, but this institute had weakened him physically, and he knew his reflexes were slower despite the act he put forth.
However, even after the fireball had already passed over his head, Sync had to use every ounce of willpower to stand back up. For that brief moment that same fear had begun to encase his mind, and once more the God-General refused to submit to something so absurd. To him, it was nothing more than an irrational fear, something he’d been unfortunate enough to hold onto back from when he’d been weak. After all, how could he, someone who stared at Death in the eye too many times to count, be afraid of something he had already experienced twice in his ‘life’? It was laughableBut the heat wasn’t helping, and even now the teen could feel the platform underneath him shift slightly. In reality only seconds passed, even if it felt like
( ... )
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"It's not like we're out of the woods..."
Really, in Sync's mind he was almost certain that what they were about to face couldn't have possibly been worse. Yet as the door shut behind them, followed closely by that distinct 'click', Sync knew something was horribly wrong.
The heat that circulated in the room was almost inviting at first, but it didn't take long for its true nature to show. Yet the heat was nothing compared to what Sync saw next, eyes widening in horror at the sea of lava that separated them from the next door.
"H-how...??"
That undeniable fear had already begun to creep up his spine, but Sync forced it back, refusing to let it control him.
No. This was different ( ... )
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...oh god, she could feel her limbs again.
Yes, it didn't hurt as badly as in the cold icicle hell, but the pain still blossomed up in all the little scraps and bruises over her body and made the blood from the gash on her arm bleed all the more. How charming. She gently prodded the cut with the tips of her fingers, watching the red smear like cheep nail-polish.
"We have to cross this!?" Anise was kind enough to break Dahlia out of her train of thought and into the present of what was making this room so much of a challenge. And what was it this time? More zombies? Ghosts? A dragon? At this point, she'd probably swallow whatever they threw at her. So what was so-
...This. What. Oh, this was bullshit. Did they think a five foot girl like her could leap across molten rocks, over lava, while simultaneously dodging balls of fire? Were ( ... )
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However, even after the fireball had already passed over his head, Sync had to use every ounce of willpower to stand back up. For that brief moment that same fear had begun to encase his mind, and once more the God-General refused to submit to something so absurd. To him, it was nothing more than an irrational fear, something he’d been unfortunate enough to hold onto back from when he’d been weak. After all, how could he, someone who stared at Death in the eye too many times to count, be afraid of something he had already experienced twice in his ‘life’? It was laughableBut the heat wasn’t helping, and even now the teen could feel the platform underneath him shift slightly. In reality only seconds passed, even if it felt like ( ... )
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