"The only time ever that I️ am thankful you've read my mind, Nameless," Shand half-laughs, half coughs as dust swirls around his head.
He takes a look around at the utter destruction, confusion, and chaos that encroaches upon them. The Corruption that's threatening to eat all of them alive, the dragon tearing him apart from the inside. The rest of the group, family and friends and comrades, huddled together unsure of whether or not they'll make it out of this alive.
Determination jolts fire through Shand's exhausted bones and he pushes himself onto his feet, swallowing back a cry of agony. The crystals are starting to take up more space on his arm, growing together, and as droplets of his bright blue glowing blood spatter on the ground, they explode like mini firecrackers, and he has to shield his eyes from them.
The idea of leaving his body altogether gives him a little pause, he won't lie about it. But the alternate option- one where everyone will certainly die and he and Nameless will be stuck on this planet set to be ravaged by whatever awful goddess does those sorts of things, well. That's not a story he particularly wants to see play out.
Does he know what he's doing? Not a chance. Is he going to fling himself headlong into it anyway? Of course.
"Oh, Nameless, one more thing." He struggles to lift his arm and point at Luna's hybrid face. "Don't go snooping around in here where you don't need to. Just hold the fort down, no more, no less."
Shand can't hear any sort of response because the noise of the world falling apart around them has gotten so deafening. Either way, with Nameless's set of abilities, Shand figures he can probably hear him well enough anyway.
"Well, so long old pal." Shand looks down at himself and sighs. "Three, two, one, and...blastoff."
Shand doesn't know what he's doing other than concentrating with every drop of will and energy left in him on where he wants to go right now, and apparently it's enough.
His vision explodes in that dumb blue light, and when he can see again, he opens his eyes to a small, quiet room in which he can hear the crashing going on all around them, only farther off, as if it's happening just outside the walls.
There is a small lamp in the only lit corner of the room, and under it sits Luna, crosslegged and with her eyes closed, like she's meditating.
"Okay, great. You just hold on over there, and pray this all works itself out." Shand nods over at her without a response.
He gets to the middle of the room before the intense pain hits. He can feel the Corruption hanging on him, seeping into his veins. When he looks down, the bright blue that ran freely, pulsed in his veins before looks as though even that is hardening with the crystal, stopping its flow, making his bones feel as though they are disintegrating with every movement he makes.
But he has not come to the middle of this room, Luna's hideaway place within her subconscious, to quit now. In the other corner of the room, he spots it emerging from the shadows. The dragon that he's dragged with him out of his own body.
Suddenly he feels guilty for unleashing the wicked and intensely powerful creature, bent on subjugating everything in its wake, into Luna's private world. She hadn't even consented to it. But he knows that even though it's not a guaranteed success, it's their only hope.
He takes a look around at the utter destruction, confusion, and chaos that encroaches upon them. The Corruption that's threatening to eat all of them alive, the dragon tearing him apart from the inside. The rest of the group, family and friends and comrades, huddled together unsure of whether or not they'll make it out of this alive.
Determination jolts fire through Shand's exhausted bones and he pushes himself onto his feet, swallowing back a cry of agony. The crystals are starting to take up more space on his arm, growing together, and as droplets of his bright blue glowing blood spatter on the ground, they explode like mini firecrackers, and he has to shield his eyes from them.
The idea of leaving his body altogether gives him a little pause, he won't lie about it. But the alternate option- one where everyone will certainly die and he and Nameless will be stuck on this planet set to be ravaged by whatever awful goddess does those sorts of things, well. That's not a story he particularly wants to see play out.
Does he know what he's doing? Not a chance. Is he going to fling himself headlong into it anyway? Of course.
"Oh, Nameless, one more thing." He struggles to lift his arm and point at Luna's hybrid face. "Don't go snooping around in here where you don't need to. Just hold the fort down, no more, no less."
Shand can't hear any sort of response because the noise of the world falling apart around them has gotten so deafening. Either way, with Nameless's set of abilities, Shand figures he can probably hear him well enough anyway.
"Well, so long old pal." Shand looks down at himself and sighs. "Three, two, one, and...blastoff."
Shand doesn't know what he's doing other than concentrating with every drop of will and energy left in him on where he wants to go right now, and apparently it's enough.
His vision explodes in that dumb blue light, and when he can see again, he opens his eyes to a small, quiet room in which he can hear the crashing going on all around them, only farther off, as if it's happening just outside the walls.
There is a small lamp in the only lit corner of the room, and under it sits Luna, crosslegged and with her eyes closed, like she's meditating.
"Okay, great. You just hold on over there, and pray this all works itself out." Shand nods over at her without a response.
He gets to the middle of the room before the intense pain hits. He can feel the Corruption hanging on him, seeping into his veins. When he looks down, the bright blue that ran freely, pulsed in his veins before looks as though even that is hardening with the crystal, stopping its flow, making his bones feel as though they are disintegrating with every movement he makes.
But he has not come to the middle of this room, Luna's hideaway place within her subconscious, to quit now. In the other corner of the room, he spots it emerging from the shadows. The dragon that he's dragged with him out of his own body.
Suddenly he feels guilty for unleashing the wicked and intensely powerful creature, bent on subjugating everything in its wake, into Luna's private world. She hadn't even consented to it. But he knows that even though it's not a guaranteed success, it's their only hope.