[Drinking the remainder of the blood on his hands, Souji feels the same warmth that Alphinaud and Clementine did, albeit to a lesser degree. Still, it's enough to lessen the severity of the fit to a light cough. Breathing also comes more easily now.
Clementine's instincts place her at the front of the group. She is indeed unarmed, though something in her feels that she need just reach out if she means to fight . . .
A familiar voice echoes beyond the crater of blood:]
Corrupt souls dare to defile the temple.
[The fog parts, and there—between the crater and the outermost part of the ring of corpses where one particular face stands out—a faded figure materializes, obscuring the bodies behind him from view. He regards the three of them with glacial eyes that flash red and the equally unfeeling set of his lips, devoid of all geniality perhaps associated with one who shares his likeness.]
Wielding the power of gods as they please is the very definition of human audacity, is it not?
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Clementine's instincts place her at the front of the group. She is indeed unarmed, though something in her feels that she need just reach out if she means to fight . . .
A familiar voice echoes beyond the crater of blood:]
Corrupt souls dare to defile the temple.
[The fog parts, and there—between the crater and the outermost part of the ring of corpses where one particular face stands out—a faded figure materializes, obscuring the bodies behind him from view. He regards the three of them with glacial eyes that flash red and the equally unfeeling set of his lips, devoid of all geniality perhaps associated with one who shares his likeness.]
Wielding the power of gods as they please is the very definition of human audacity, is it not?