The closer you get to the source-- to Mithos-- the higher up in the sky the sun travels, positioned directly over Mithos as it is. It sits, proud and confident in a stubborn blue sky, careless to the actual time of day. The ether in the air is thick, mostly light based, but there's a touch of earth in it, and a quieter touch of the other elements. Kratos is likely the only one not choking on it, because he knows this ether, he's had it course through his veins before, so the most he feels is comforted by its familiarity, perhaps a little worried for the boy producing it and so much of it, too, why would he need to produce this much? It's building and building and building like it does not intend to stop, building and building and building like an unsteady tower to the heavens that's only doomed to crash--
There is a hill, blocking your view of the distressed Aegis, but you can hear him by the time you're at the foot of the hill. It's a voice Kratos could not possibly mistake, a voice that Lloyd and Sheena will recognize, and well. The anguish of a broken child in the pits of despair, bleeding out all of his anger as he screams:
"You want to see the world fucking burn? Fine! FINE! Put me in the cannon, then! Go on! I'll gladly burn this miserable fucking planet until there's nothing left of it! I'll burn it all--"
Sylvarant's cannon goes off.
The blast hits somewhere-- distant, irrelevant, no where close to any of you. An Aegis might be able to plot the trajectory as heading towards Flanoir, half a continent behind you. The shot traveling through the sky leaves an afterimage, though, burning and terrible. And all of you here are not completely unaffected, because the ether that had been gathering around Mithos releases suddenly and crashes down on top of you. Mithos screams, screams like that cannon blast was pulled out of his own veins and not Martel's. The sky-- flickers. It is suddenly night and then it is day and then it is night and then it is--
Sunset, the sky bleeding red from the western horizon, just as it should.
Once you are at the top of the hill, you can see Mithos. He is still screaming, crying like he's incredible pain, blue and green light flickering maddeningly from his core crystal. He's on his knees, heaving and sobbing with the weight of the power that just crashed through him.
Around him, a ring of humans; wary, but all upright, weapons trained on the Aegis. Mithos' hands are bound by chains behind his back. Even if he were not in incredible pain, he does not appear to be in a position to get away.
here comes a special boy!!!!! he's in hell
There is a hill, blocking your view of the distressed Aegis, but you can hear him by the time you're at the foot of the hill. It's a voice Kratos could not possibly mistake, a voice that Lloyd and Sheena will recognize, and well. The anguish of a broken child in the pits of despair, bleeding out all of his anger as he screams:
"You want to see the world fucking burn? Fine! FINE! Put me in the cannon, then! Go on! I'll gladly burn this miserable fucking planet until there's nothing left of it! I'll burn it all--"
The blast hits somewhere-- distant, irrelevant, no where close to any of you. An Aegis might be able to plot the trajectory as heading towards Flanoir, half a continent behind you. The shot traveling through the sky leaves an afterimage, though, burning and terrible. And all of you here are not completely unaffected, because the ether that had been gathering around Mithos releases suddenly and crashes down on top of you. Mithos screams, screams like that cannon blast was pulled out of his own veins and not Martel's. The sky-- flickers. It is suddenly night and then it is day and then it is night and then it is--
Sunset, the sky bleeding red from the western horizon, just as it should.
Once you are at the top of the hill, you can see Mithos. He is still screaming, crying like he's incredible pain, blue and green light flickering maddeningly from his core crystal. He's on his knees, heaving and sobbing with the weight of the power that just crashed through him.
Around him, a ring of humans; wary, but all upright, weapons trained on the Aegis. Mithos' hands are bound by chains behind his back. Even if he were not in incredible pain, he does not appear to be in a position to get away.