It's in the way the torn up pieces of what was once Koromaru's talisman curl in on themselves before sizzling loudly with a blackened flame. Almost simultaneously the ambient temperature in the air plummets several degrees. A low pitched humming pulses from the deep as the surface tension out a few meters from the docks rises at a centralized place. At all of their feet the water begins to rise up to the ankles-- with the water at the clown's feet beginning to bubble as the trickle of blood hits the surface.
It happens first at Minato's feet: for he was first to lose his protection from the miasma. Pale and purpling hands, dirtied with flaking infectious blood under the nails and gathered at the knuckles, begin to drag themselves from the water using the hems of clothing.
Like a dam being opened the very second the Talisman is torn from Akechi is when another swarm of the limbs burst from the water's surface to grab at him. Should those hands touch any bare flesh there will be a pain comparable to a hot iron on unprotected flesh.
A discordant weeping sings. A sad siren's song. Let us in. ]
The Disembodied Voice of Narration
It's in the way the torn up pieces of what was once Koromaru's talisman curl in on themselves before sizzling loudly with a blackened flame. Almost simultaneously the ambient temperature in the air plummets several degrees. A low pitched humming pulses from the deep as the surface tension out a few meters from the docks rises at a centralized place. At all of their feet the water begins to rise up to the ankles-- with the water at the clown's feet beginning to bubble as the trickle of blood hits the surface.
It happens first at Minato's feet: for he was first to lose his protection from the miasma. Pale and purpling hands, dirtied with flaking infectious blood under the nails and gathered at the knuckles, begin to drag themselves from the water using the hems of clothing.
Like a dam being opened the very second the Talisman is torn from Akechi is when another swarm of the limbs burst from the water's surface to grab at him. Should those hands touch any bare flesh there will be a pain comparable to a hot iron on unprotected flesh.
A discordant weeping sings. A sad siren's song. Let us in. ]