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"Hug you? I'd crush you!" Owen said. On reflex he'd tried to get out from under Nova, but eventually seemed to resign himself to his fate--mostly because he could already feel his spirit drifting away. He'd die without this.
And Mhynt, sensing that time was short, vanished. In an instant, she was in front of Owen, her face like stone, and shoved the blade directly into his chest--straight to the heart. Owen's mouth opened in shock and surprise.
"Mhynt... wait...!"
"I won't let you die just as you're set free," Mhynt said. "I know you would refuse to let that happen to me. You would free me and let me live."
The blade went deeper. Owen was panicked--but it didn't look like he was afraid. "You'll--"
The shadow under Mhynt rippled. Her Umbral ability, which had been poorly developed, seemed to be staring at her from behind like a devil about to make a deal.
"To let you live, so you can for once enjoy after you've suffered..."
Upon closer inspection, Owen was not surprised at the blade in his chest. Instead...
It seemed the blade had no handle. It was also piercing the Grovyle.
The connection was made, and no amount of force would break them away now. And Mhynt had made this decision long ago with Powehi, not knowing what the outcome would be for her--only that it would help the one who had helped the Wayfarers in turn.
"What if... it kills you--?!"
"I don't care." Mhynt squeezed the blade again. "I didn't deserve to stand here. And your revelation... of being the one to take my place before we even arrived? It only confirms that. We took out Alexander. Forlas is safe from him. If I survive this... I will do more.
"But if the price to be paid to save your life is mine, then so be it," Mhynt hissed, Radiance and Shadow alike pouring from her blade. The Umbral darkness formed a dark puddle beneath them both. "I refuse... to give Alexander the last laugh."
A dark maelstrom swirled around them, completely consuming them. Radiance and light mingled all at once. Owen grunted, saying something over the rumbling turbulence that suddenly rattled the chamber. Blacklight sparks traced the ground, leaving small scorch marks and cuts...
But then, in the swirling chaos, they saw Owen reach toward Mhynt. She looked surprise.
Mhynt shouted, "No! Nova--Grace--Stop him!"
Then, with one last burst of strength, he pushed her away. The Leaf Blade clattered to the ground. Mhynt gasped, reaching for him desperately, before her Umbral shadow reached from below and pulled Owen down instead.
And then, it ended. A great plume of darkness drifted into and through the ceiling--the remnants of Owen's body. A lump of darkness remained on the ground, much bigger than Mhynt before. But... only one person remained as the inky darkness flaked off of the body like dust.
Mhynt--now a Sceptile--stood up shakily, looking at her claws. She looked forward. "Owen?" she whispered. "Owen?!"
No sign of him. She couldn't find where the Charizard had gone. Her Leaf Blade, once in Owen's body, evaporated into aura energy.
Mhynt couldn't find Owen, and the cold panic in her eyes said it all. But beneath her feet, watching her quietly, was a shadow that did not match her Sceptile form. It was a Charizard's. Her shadow seemed... stunned, and then pensive. Its seemingly immaterial hand... rose from its flat surface, reaching for Mhynt, yet seemed to hesitate to get her attention.
And Mhynt, sensing that time was short, vanished. In an instant, she was in front of Owen, her face like stone, and shoved the blade directly into his chest--straight to the heart. Owen's mouth opened in shock and surprise.
"Mhynt... wait...!"
"I won't let you die just as you're set free," Mhynt said. "I know you would refuse to let that happen to me. You would free me and let me live."
The blade went deeper. Owen was panicked--but it didn't look like he was afraid. "You'll--"
The shadow under Mhynt rippled. Her Umbral ability, which had been poorly developed, seemed to be staring at her from behind like a devil about to make a deal.
"To let you live, so you can for once enjoy after you've suffered..."
Upon closer inspection, Owen was not surprised at the blade in his chest. Instead...
It seemed the blade had no handle. It was also piercing the Grovyle.
The connection was made, and no amount of force would break them away now. And Mhynt had made this decision long ago with Powehi, not knowing what the outcome would be for her--only that it would help the one who had helped the Wayfarers in turn.
"What if... it kills you--?!"
"I don't care." Mhynt squeezed the blade again. "I didn't deserve to stand here. And your revelation... of being the one to take my place before we even arrived? It only confirms that. We took out Alexander. Forlas is safe from him. If I survive this... I will do more.
"But if the price to be paid to save your life is mine, then so be it," Mhynt hissed, Radiance and Shadow alike pouring from her blade. The Umbral darkness formed a dark puddle beneath them both. "I refuse... to give Alexander the last laugh."
A dark maelstrom swirled around them, completely consuming them. Radiance and light mingled all at once. Owen grunted, saying something over the rumbling turbulence that suddenly rattled the chamber. Blacklight sparks traced the ground, leaving small scorch marks and cuts...
But then, in the swirling chaos, they saw Owen reach toward Mhynt. She looked surprise.
Mhynt shouted, "No! Nova--Grace--Stop him!"
Then, with one last burst of strength, he pushed her away. The Leaf Blade clattered to the ground. Mhynt gasped, reaching for him desperately, before her Umbral shadow reached from below and pulled Owen down instead.
And then, it ended. A great plume of darkness drifted into and through the ceiling--the remnants of Owen's body. A lump of darkness remained on the ground, much bigger than Mhynt before. But... only one person remained as the inky darkness flaked off of the body like dust.
Mhynt--now a Sceptile--stood up shakily, looking at her claws. She looked forward. "Owen?" she whispered. "Owen?!"
No sign of him. She couldn't find where the Charizard had gone. Her Leaf Blade, once in Owen's body, evaporated into aura energy.
Mhynt couldn't find Owen, and the cold panic in her eyes said it all. But beneath her feet, watching her quietly, was a shadow that did not match her Sceptile form. It was a Charizard's. Her shadow seemed... stunned, and then pensive. Its seemingly immaterial hand... rose from its flat surface, reaching for Mhynt, yet seemed to hesitate to get her attention.
