12-12-2016, 08:22 PM
"T̡h͘è ritu͟al ìs ąlmǫst͜ ̧o͜v͝er̵, ͠Swee̶tli͟nǵ.́ ͡ D͢o i͝t. D͡o ͝i̡t ̢now,͝ be̛f͏ore͝ ̛i̷t'͏s ͘t̵oo̡ l͝ate."
The battle with Xenkei's body, still possessed by Grandark, rages furiously. Sugar's friends dip in and out of combat, narrowly avoiding their grim fates as they are teleported from the fray. Green energy ripples out from every great cleave of the Snapdragon as her friends take strike after strike.
On the far side of the Tower of White's roof, Coropeki - Sugar's godsfather - focused and chanted a single phrase in a black speech which, though in a language she did not know, she understood clearly.
"͜͞͠͞T̸̡͟h̸̴į͘͘r̶͘t̷̵̢͘e͠͏̢e̵̷̶n̵҉̵̕ ͘͜b́́͞e̵̛͜͞c̛̕͢͟o̸̷̷̵͡m̡̨̢̛ę̸́͠ ̶̡O̷͞n̵̸̴̛e̷͟.̵͝ ̵́͘͝B̷͢͠҉͘y̵̴҉̀ ̸̷҉B͘͏̕͏͟l̛̛͜ǫ̢o͏d͠͡ ̸̶̧͡͡b̧́e̡̧͘͞ ̡͘U̢̢͘͡ń̷̢͟͝d͏̛o̢̕͠n̸̛͢͞é.̢̡͜͢"͟͏̕
"S͢͢w͢͞e͏e̸͘t̵̨l҉i̢n̡̧ģ͏̀,̡̡ ͟͝͏ḑ͠o ͘͡į͢t̕ qu͝i̢̢ć̴k̶̛͝ly̵.́͘ ̶͟ ̢W̸̡͢è̸ d̴o̸͡n̢'̡t҉̢ ̡h̢̧a҉̶v͘é̴͘ ͏m͘u͢c̸h̷͞ ̡̛͟t̸̵͠i͡m҉͝e͏ ̴̡b̴ef̵̀͢ò͘r͜e ͝҉̢h̡͏e͢ ç͡͞o̵̢m͘͟p͠l̴͏e̸͏t̢̛e̵̶͜s͠͠ ̡̀͟t̶h̕͘e͠ ҉͠r͝i͢͜t̀̕u͠a̷͜l҉̵.̕ ̕ ͢Y̛ó͏u̸̢ ́n̴҉͞e҉é͠҉d͞ ͟͠͞t͜o s̛t͜͝ri̡̨̕k̨҉e͠͏͜ ͏͟͝n͜ơw͡͡,̶͟ bef̶͜ǫ̷r̴e̴͞ hȩ͝ h̨u̧͢r̸ts̵ ̸͟ḿ̷̢e̵͡.͏́ ̷̀B̶̡҉ef̵́͝o̡r̛͞e͘͝ ͜h͜e ͡҉be̢͝t̛͡ra̕͜y̷͞s ̷̡y͢҉o͝u̵̡."̴̵͠
Coropeki's eye flickers open for a moment, scanning the battlefield, before falling to Sugar, who was positioning herself to more easily enter the fray. Coropeki gives her a short, soft smile before returning focus to the ritual at hand.
"̢͞...̢S̀w͢é̢e͠t̶l͏̕ìng̨̧,̀ ̨͝I ̴̛k͏̛n̡ơ͢w͟͝ y͡ou̷̡ ͢a̛r҉̴͜ę͝ ̡͏ẁ̡̕o̢r̶̷r͡i͢e̢d́͟ ̕ab͝ò̕ut ̕y̧͜ờu͘͢͟r po̷o͟r͏̀ l̀҉̸í͘t͟͜t̸l̵͡e̢͞ ҉̴͟f͠ŕien̵̸d͟͠s͏̷,̷̕ ̕b̨ú̧͡t̛̛ ̀yó̡͠ų̛͘ k̶ņ̸̴ớw ̨t̛ḩ̷e̕y ẃ̴̸ì͠͏l̡͞ļ ̶͢͡p̷͜͝r̡̕e͜v̸͠a̷̷̸i̵͘͞l̀͢͠ í̴n ̨̀͏t̕h̴̡̕èi͝͞r̶͟ ̶̡͢w̶͠ày̷̡.̛ ̢T͡hè̴̕y̕͏ ͞͞alw̸aýs̵̡ ́͜s̴ee̴̛m̡͞ ̨͠͝t͘o̸ ̡wí̕th̷́ ̨́t̀h̨e̢i͡r̢͠ ̛d̷̛͡u͏m̸͘b̸͘͢ ̶l̴̸̵ưc̨͝͡k̵͡.͝͏ ̵̨̀ T̵͠ur̶n̸ ̶̵͡y̵̨o̡͟u̴r͝ ̶̵̢á̛t̛͟͜t̡͜e̴͟n͟͢t̢͘͠į̶on͞ ̸t̵ow̷a̛rd̢s ̡̢̨t́҉̵h̶̷è͜ ̨̛r̸̨e̡̛a̡̛l͘͟͡ ̵͢th̡r͟͟e͢at̡̨͞.̶́ ҉Yo̵u̸̧ k҉n̡̨͟o̵w̛ ͠wh͏͢͡at̶̢ ̵̢͢hȩ ͘i͢͡s̛ ̛p̛͜la̴n̸n͏in̶̷̛g̷̴.̧͘.͘.̕"҉̛
Nerezza's voice was panicked and frantic.
The din of the battle. The frantic shouts and taunts from her friends. The black chanting of uncle Coropeki. Nerrezza's commands.
It was so loud.
"So S̵͙̺͙̯̝̣̣͍̞̻̬̳͊ͬͩ͋ͭ̚͡ͅTͫ̓ͮ̑͂̔̇ͧ̿͒ͬ̓ͫ̉ͯ̔̚͡͏͈̭̱̣̗̟͈̤̪͚̘͕̺̮Ǫ̷̘̘͎ͬ͛͐͌̿ͮ̋̎̎̒ͤ̌̈̆͛̾ͬ̎́͢P̸͗ͫ̽͂̂̉̍̊̉͑͊͑҉̯̝͓̠̟̱̱̞̪̝̞͕̫̣̺͜ ̨͕̯͚̏̎ͦ͛̎́͘͡ͅH̡͉͍͔̣̪̩̞͎̫͓̲̖̰̭̝̱̻̎ͧ̊͆ͫͦ̕͟͠ͅͅI̷̧͖̻̩̗̣͎̲͇ͤ͒͛͂ͦͦͭ̇ͮ̓̏͊̊ͪM̜̹͚͙̹̭̮̹̬̳̖̈́̀͛ͪͯ̾͘͟.̶̨̧̳͙̺̻̖̻̿͋̑͐̒͗̀ͩ̉"ͭ̽ͪ̒̈̊̓ͥ҉̨͎̟̘̦̥͖͈͉͉̗̫͝ͅ
The battle with Xenkei's body, still possessed by Grandark, rages furiously. Sugar's friends dip in and out of combat, narrowly avoiding their grim fates as they are teleported from the fray. Green energy ripples out from every great cleave of the Snapdragon as her friends take strike after strike.
On the far side of the Tower of White's roof, Coropeki - Sugar's godsfather - focused and chanted a single phrase in a black speech which, though in a language she did not know, she understood clearly.
"͜͞͠͞T̸̡͟h̸̴į͘͘r̶͘t̷̵̢͘e͠͏̢e̵̷̶n̵҉̵̕ ͘͜b́́͞e̵̛͜͞c̛̕͢͟o̸̷̷̵͡m̡̨̢̛ę̸́͠ ̶̡O̷͞n̵̸̴̛e̷͟.̵͝ ̵́͘͝B̷͢͠҉͘y̵̴҉̀ ̸̷҉B͘͏̕͏͟l̛̛͜ǫ̢o͏d͠͡ ̸̶̧͡͡b̧́e̡̧͘͞ ̡͘U̢̢͘͡ń̷̢͟͝d͏̛o̢̕͠n̸̛͢͞é.̢̡͜͢"͟͏̕
"S͢͢w͢͞e͏e̸͘t̵̨l҉i̢n̡̧ģ͏̀,̡̡ ͟͝͏ḑ͠o ͘͡į͢t̕ qu͝i̢̢ć̴k̶̛͝ly̵.́͘ ̶͟ ̢W̸̡͢è̸ d̴o̸͡n̢'̡t҉̢ ̡h̢̧a҉̶v͘é̴͘ ͏m͘u͢c̸h̷͞ ̡̛͟t̸̵͠i͡m҉͝e͏ ̴̡b̴ef̵̀͢ò͘r͜e ͝҉̢h̡͏e͢ ç͡͞o̵̢m͘͟p͠l̴͏e̸͏t̢̛e̵̶͜s͠͠ ̡̀͟t̶h̕͘e͠ ҉͠r͝i͢͜t̀̕u͠a̷͜l҉̵.̕ ̕ ͢Y̛ó͏u̸̢ ́n̴҉͞e҉é͠҉d͞ ͟͠͞t͜o s̛t͜͝ri̡̨̕k̨҉e͠͏͜ ͏͟͝n͜ơw͡͡,̶͟ bef̶͜ǫ̷r̴e̴͞ hȩ͝ h̨u̧͢r̸ts̵ ̸͟ḿ̷̢e̵͡.͏́ ̷̀B̶̡҉ef̵́͝o̡r̛͞e͘͝ ͜h͜e ͡҉be̢͝t̛͡ra̕͜y̷͞s ̷̡y͢҉o͝u̵̡."̴̵͠
Coropeki's eye flickers open for a moment, scanning the battlefield, before falling to Sugar, who was positioning herself to more easily enter the fray. Coropeki gives her a short, soft smile before returning focus to the ritual at hand.
"̢͞...̢S̀w͢é̢e͠t̶l͏̕ìng̨̧,̀ ̨͝I ̴̛k͏̛n̡ơ͢w͟͝ y͡ou̷̡ ͢a̛r҉̴͜ę͝ ̡͏ẁ̡̕o̢r̶̷r͡i͢e̢d́͟ ̕ab͝ò̕ut ̕y̧͜ờu͘͢͟r po̷o͟r͏̀ l̀҉̸í͘t͟͜t̸l̵͡e̢͞ ҉̴͟f͠ŕien̵̸d͟͠s͏̷,̷̕ ̕b̨ú̧͡t̛̛ ̀yó̡͠ų̛͘ k̶ņ̸̴ớw ̨t̛ḩ̷e̕y ẃ̴̸ì͠͏l̡͞ļ ̶͢͡p̷͜͝r̡̕e͜v̸͠a̷̷̸i̵͘͞l̀͢͠ í̴n ̨̀͏t̕h̴̡̕èi͝͞r̶͟ ̶̡͢w̶͠ày̷̡.̛ ̢T͡hè̴̕y̕͏ ͞͞alw̸aýs̵̡ ́͜s̴ee̴̛m̡͞ ̨͠͝t͘o̸ ̡wí̕th̷́ ̨́t̀h̨e̢i͡r̢͠ ̛d̷̛͡u͏m̸͘b̸͘͢ ̶l̴̸̵ưc̨͝͡k̵͡.͝͏ ̵̨̀ T̵͠ur̶n̸ ̶̵͡y̵̨o̡͟u̴r͝ ̶̵̢á̛t̛͟͜t̡͜e̴͟n͟͢t̢͘͠į̶on͞ ̸t̵ow̷a̛rd̢s ̡̢̨t́҉̵h̶̷è͜ ̨̛r̸̨e̡̛a̡̛l͘͟͡ ̵͢th̡r͟͟e͢at̡̨͞.̶́ ҉Yo̵u̸̧ k҉n̡̨͟o̵w̛ ͠wh͏͢͡at̶̢ ̵̢͢hȩ ͘i͢͡s̛ ̛p̛͜la̴n̸n͏in̶̷̛g̷̴.̧͘.͘.̕"҉̛
Nerezza's voice was panicked and frantic.
The din of the battle. The frantic shouts and taunts from her friends. The black chanting of uncle Coropeki. Nerrezza's commands.
It was so loud.
"So S̵͙̺͙̯̝̣̣͍̞̻̬̳͊ͬͩ͋ͭ̚͡ͅTͫ̓ͮ̑͂̔̇ͧ̿͒ͬ̓ͫ̉ͯ̔̚͡͏͈̭̱̣̗̟͈̤̪͚̘͕̺̮Ǫ̷̘̘͎ͬ͛͐͌̿ͮ̋̎̎̒ͤ̌̈̆͛̾ͬ̎́͢P̸͗ͫ̽͂̂̉̍̊̉͑͊͑҉̯̝͓̠̟̱̱̞̪̝̞͕̫̣̺͜ ̨͕̯͚̏̎ͦ͛̎́͘͡ͅH̡͉͍͔̣̪̩̞͎̫͓̲̖̰̭̝̱̻̎ͧ̊͆ͫͦ̕͟͠ͅͅI̷̧͖̻̩̗̣͎̲͇ͤ͒͛͂ͦͦͭ̇ͮ̓̏͊̊ͪM̜̹͚͙̹̭̮̹̬̳̖̈́̀͛ͪͯ̾͘͟.̶̨̧̳͙̺̻̖̻̿͋̑͐̒͗̀ͩ̉"ͭ̽ͪ̒̈̊̓ͥ҉̨͎̟̘̦̥͖͈͉͉̗̫͝ͅ