We've Lost him, ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ We've Lost him ⠀⠀ ⠀We've Lost him, ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ We've Lost him - - -
The trickling of words resonated deep within his chest, a thudding burst of mana like a heartbeat seemed to bundle forth from him. All that was maddening within boiling into a heightening plateau. Embedded there within his heart were grievances most lost in a hot pot of boiling aptitude. The kettle was screaming hot, and in a flicker of darkness, his saint graph became altered.
It is his voice, and not his voice all the same - a deep dark guttural sound emits from the helm of this Knight. The release of a Noble Phantasm always comes with a vocal ritual - and it is these words that leave his mouth:
" SINK DOWN INTO THE EDGES OF WHAT LAYS BENEATH THE HORIZON, OH DISTANT KING - - THINK NOT OF ME ! RELEASE: ARONDIGHT ! " There is power to these words, and as he speaks them a pressure exudes forth from him. Pushing back against whatever would approach him, then in a matter of moments. It is not a physical change or crackling of bones that is heard, it is merely an entire revamp of one's saint graph - a painful process in itself if one understood what this meant.
If your soul had substance and you were told it was wrong, then had it forcibly remade - it is simply like this for him. The Noblephantasm is that, the sins of his feelings and all the hatred of all things for what he did, and the way the world views him, all wholly warps and churns the essence of what he is. Into a monster, suitable enough to become what everyone thinks he is, including himself. A monster.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ We've Lost him
⠀⠀ ⠀We've Lost him,
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ We've Lost him - - -
The trickling of words resonated deep within his chest, a thudding burst of mana like a heartbeat seemed to bundle forth from him. All that was maddening within boiling into a heightening plateau. Embedded there within his heart were grievances most lost in a hot pot of boiling aptitude. The kettle was screaming hot, and in a flicker of darkness, his saint graph became altered.
It is his voice, and not his voice all the same - a deep dark guttural sound emits from the helm of this Knight. The release of a Noble Phantasm always comes with a vocal ritual - and it is these words that leave his mouth:
" SINK DOWN INTO THE EDGES OF WHAT LAYS BENEATH THE HORIZON, OH DISTANT KING - - THINK NOT OF ME ! RELEASE: ARONDIGHT ! " There is power to these words, and as he speaks them a pressure exudes forth from him. Pushing back against whatever would approach him, then in a matter of moments. It is not a physical change or crackling of bones that is heard, it is merely an entire revamp of one's saint graph - a painful process in itself if one understood what this meant.
If your soul had substance and you were told it was wrong, then had it forcibly remade - it is simply like this for him. The Noblephantasm is that, the sins of his feelings and all the hatred of all things for what he did, and the way the world views him, all wholly warps and churns the essence of what he is. Into a monster, suitable enough to become what everyone thinks he is, including himself. A monster.