Angel Wings and Ghostly Silhouettes.
It all started when Vaneius uttered the incantation. We thought it was just a joke. He was a will user, and we found a book by a rock on the beach at Westcliffe, full of weird words that he thought was a spell.
There, on that beach, history rewrote itself, denying the plaque on the wall, exactly 200 yards to the east, sitting in the crucible trophy room any validity. That day, we unleashed him.
There was a shining red pentagram on the beach where we had drawn a dull one, which drew air in causing myself and Vaneius to lose breath, and a fissure erupted around the perimeter.
It drew Vaneius in, as he was closest. A body for a body, you see. I could hear his screams through my own, and the gusting wind. I closed my eyes through fear, and it was soon over.
When I dared to open my eyes, a naked figure materialized in front of me, with wings of an angelic quality, a tail of devilish form and a dull halo perched on a pair of crooked horns, glowing against the illuminated sea.
I was paralyzed with fear by now, and the figure landed softly on the ground. It walked towards me, with a red light in its eyes. I was a dead man. I felt a piercing in my heart. Perhaps a psychic power? No. It walked right past me, and its wing tips crept across my cheeks as it passed. I felt blood trickle down my cheeks where the feather touched me. I was alive though, barely.
I had a heart attack there, at the rebirth of The Hybrid. I was recovered and saved by an alchemist hours after.
I told my story to whoever would listen, and healed slowly, bed-ridden. Seven months later, I am training with a secret sect to track down, hunt, and kill the monster that emerged from that pit.
Not a word came over the time I healed, or trained about The Hybrid. It appears the crucible was no longer it's interest, as I learnt in my studies of it. Although, there have been sightings of a winged creature circling the spire from time to time. The people were all detained as mad, and sentenced to death. Something's not right. And I'm going to get down to the bottom of this. My name is Gil.
It all started when Vaneius uttered the incantation. We thought it was just a joke. He was a will user, and we found a book by a rock on the beach at Westcliffe, full of weird words that he thought was a spell.
There, on that beach, history rewrote itself, denying the plaque on the wall, exactly 200 yards to the east, sitting in the crucible trophy room any validity. That day, we unleashed him.
There was a shining red pentagram on the beach where we had drawn a dull one, which drew air in causing myself and Vaneius to lose breath, and a fissure erupted around the perimeter.
It drew Vaneius in, as he was closest. A body for a body, you see. I could hear his screams through my own, and the gusting wind. I closed my eyes through fear, and it was soon over.
When I dared to open my eyes, a naked figure materialized in front of me, with wings of an angelic quality, a tail of devilish form and a dull halo perched on a pair of crooked horns, glowing against the illuminated sea.
I was paralyzed with fear by now, and the figure landed softly on the ground. It walked towards me, with a red light in its eyes. I was a dead man. I felt a piercing in my heart. Perhaps a psychic power? No. It walked right past me, and its wing tips crept across my cheeks as it passed. I felt blood trickle down my cheeks where the feather touched me. I was alive though, barely.
I had a heart attack there, at the rebirth of The Hybrid. I was recovered and saved by an alchemist hours after.
I told my story to whoever would listen, and healed slowly, bed-ridden. Seven months later, I am training with a secret sect to track down, hunt, and kill the monster that emerged from that pit.
Not a word came over the time I healed, or trained about The Hybrid. It appears the crucible was no longer it's interest, as I learnt in my studies of it. Although, there have been sightings of a winged creature circling the spire from time to time. The people were all detained as mad, and sentenced to death. Something's not right. And I'm going to get down to the bottom of this. My name is Gil.
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