96 True Waltz of the Revered (1/2)
”We're taught and trained to hold it all inside, to not feel the beauty of the innocence of letting it out when and how we feel it. And when we do; we do for the fear of avoiding the stigma of weakness, until it breaks us from the inside, slowly and silently, and there is ”little” or ”nothing” left of us.”
-Ufuoma
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In the coliseum, which is now enshrouded by Jaiden's stygian charisma, everyone was thrown into a panic, not believing the comforts of the Tarragonian armies and not resorting to hoping that the crystalline Aegis laid before, would protect them from anything. All were considering it a mere smokescreen, as they comprehend that Jaiden's current ability in the display, to be more superior and can ultimately deem the aegis, powerless at will.
”That's the young kid earlier, right?” A middle-aged woman, asks... while everyone in the group has relatively the same question, seeing the lad's re-emergence in this form that's utterly unrecognizable when compared to his previous countenance which still clearly incorporates him, being a human.
”I-is that, Jaiden?” The Class rep, Daerenji, stunned of what he's seeing, asked, which is meant to be for himself alone as he was unable to bear it inside.
”Yes. It's him...” Celes, hearing it, answered undauntedly while making sure that the still hibernating Shiro is close to her while also maintaining and strengthening the Aegis.
”But... what's this aura. T-this murderous intent...Is, is he one of those said Herrschers?” The class rep affixed, gulping in nervousness and shallow despair just by the presence of Jaiden alone. Celes, however, just stood silent in that question.
It is also apparent as to how the others have the same amalgamated feeling with the innocent class rep... Its fear and despair coalesced with this vile aura that's literally everywhere in the venue which somehow adds humidity to the atmosphere, making it harder for them to breathe...even for Celes, and especially the armies in their heavy armory.
And then there's the source... An asocial youth in an unworldly form, surrounded by these exclusive dark celtic crosses weaponry, in an Overlord's attire, black scleral eyes with eclipse-like irises, pale skin, and burnt hands, and with an irrelatively unfathomable amount of power en massing towards him, which is partly from the audience's current negative emotions and mostly, in his incursion to outmaneuvering a natural law, that he himself is not certain with the specifics...
The pain, that he experiences, also has no signs for subsiding from him, of which he also speculates, that will only end, once he will depart from that form and cease the Shift... one thing that he should do as quickly as possible if he wants to be freed from his pang and before he might spell the truth that he's holding physical agony deep within.
He then took a glimpse towards Celes, non-verbally conversing that they should get out from here, as hasty as they could while hoping that the Prima Donna would somehow understand the situation... which is likely to be the case.
”Let's go... Everyone, we should get out! Please evacuate everyone now” Celes responded, giving instructions to the array of armies, as she also was given an epiphany how subjective the choice was of even coming inside the venue.
”Evacuate? But how? This is a realm, for Momus's sake! There are no formal entrance and exit gates even if you're willing to explore the whole place down! The only way to get out of here is through asking consent from the Patriarch himself!” Asked another. Yet, Celes, however, was not willing to submit to the statement, which she finds to be satire.