Description
Xalaris heard shouting in the distance. Somebody was calling his name, telling him to stop hovering in air like an idiot and act. They wanted to shatter through the prism-shell and get away from this beauty. Xalaris responded with a series of words. ?Senses?emotions?feelings?sentiment?comprehension?comprehension?? A storm was gathering within the shell of the prism, and energy flares lanced from it in several directions. Rock and ice shattered before the spectacular beams of raw power. He was overwhelmed, practically crying, from the sight of the shell in the wind. His senses were consumed in the raw majesty of the prism. There were screams and shouts and explosions around him, but they were distant and faint to the Demigod. All he could concentrate on were the shapes of the spectacle. Someone landed beside him, Icarax it seemed. The Lord of Insanity slapped Xalaris in the face. But the Demigod of sight continued to be completely entranced by the patterns around them. ?He?s lost!? Icarax shouted before flying out of the way of another bolt of energy. ?Strike him!? Fatalyze said from a distance before an explosion erupted from where he hung on. ?I did already!? Icarax yelled, striking Xalaris in the face again. The Demigod didn?t budge. Xalaris uttered something. ?The Summoner?? he said, ?Comprehension?senses? emotions?? That?s when he realized something. This event was targeting the senses of them. And being a Demigod of the senses, he was the most vulnerable, and thus the most effected. Icarax was too consumed in rage, insanity, and hate to be overwhelmed; Fatalyze was much too old to be consumed by these certain attacks; and Dark Interga Reaper had something going for that made him immune to emotional and sensational stuns. But even as Xalaris figured this out, he couldn?t peel away from the beauty of the shell. His sense of vision was completely dominated by this spectacular occurrence. However, he managed to telepathically relay this thought to his allies. Icarax growled, hovering in front of the Demigod. ?Alright, I see what?s wrong with you,? he growled. He energized his claw with decaying power. ?Let?s break you free.? Barely dodging another bolt of destructive force from the prism, Icarax plunged his claw into Xalaris? central eye on his chest. The Demigod of sight screamed in agony, but the scream wasn?t his own. Whatever had possessed him was the one screaming, and it was a noise that deafened even Icarax. But the insane Demigod didn?t let go. He drove his claw in further into Xalaris? eye, and whitish energy was erupting from any opening within the screaming being. With a yell, Icarax pulled out his claw, and a blinding surge of white poured out of Xalaris? central eye. The prism started to crumble, the Map glowed with power, and a whiteout consumed the side of the cliffside the four Syzaides agents were on. When it faded, they and the Map were gone, and utter silence hung in the air where the prism-shell once held. In the cracks where the Map was wedged was an eerie white glow, noticeable even next to the snow and clouds it was with. It was in the silence that hung over this region that a frightening anomaly was beginning to form.
By Xahlicem
Pure Awesome! I love how you made one of the characters Fataylze.