[The scarlet glyph ignites once again in front of Fandaniel's face, casting his features in an eerie glow.
He glares maniacally as he presses forward with the Echo, against Douman's soul. All around and within him he feels the other man's presence: Despair, loneliness, emptiness, death of a home, death of ego. Beneath the current of pain he finds a knot of defiant pride, still standing against his battering spiritual assault.
The Ascian snarls, barely aware of his enemy-- no, his patient's shouting. Sounds and colors drain away into a meaningless blur. All that matters is the Gnosia, the infection must be purged.
His soul tears through Douman like an ancient wild beast, digging through mind and spirit to find the infection's source. Its movements ripple like laughter.]
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He glares maniacally as he presses forward with the Echo, against Douman's soul. All around and within him he feels the other man's presence: Despair, loneliness, emptiness, death of a home, death of ego. Beneath the current of pain he finds a knot of defiant pride, still standing against his battering spiritual assault.
The Ascian snarls, barely aware of his enemy-- no, his patient's shouting. Sounds and colors drain away into a meaningless blur. All that matters is the Gnosia, the infection must be purged.
His soul tears through Douman like an ancient wild beast, digging through mind and spirit to find the infection's source. Its movements ripple like laughter.]