[There won't be an answer but she will eventually be able to see a crack through the walls that will allow her to swim through. Here lightning flashes over the bloody, icy walls, illuminating the way but revealing gruesome shadows sealed within. Mangled bodies both human and monster appear trapped within, echoes of their ghastly screams before ripples of lightning cut them off. Eventually she will find a ledge to pull herself up onto a narrow, singular path, the air chilling.
As she walks, her shoes will squelch along the bloodied ground, the shadows within the iced walls becoming more visceral and soon—recognizable.
Beat missing his side and arm as if ripped away, neck crushed.
Trahearne and Oriphi frozen with their chests torn open, charred by lightning.
Beatrix face down, burnt and torn asunder, barely recognizable.
Aerith hanging on the short ceiling skewered through the chest.
Susato bloated and ghastly blue, hands outstretched as if clawing for air.
A few feet more and she'll stumble over something—a frozen arm that rolls down the path she just came. And when she looks forward she will find herself in what looks like a horrific battlefield, dyed red and black. Lightning rips through the blood red skies as black ice rises from the bloodied ground. And scattered everywhere are various corpses...of her.
Frozen over, drowned, cut or clawed through, burned, torn apart—the bodies lie scattered, some piled on top of each other. It seems endless.
And in the distance a blood curdling scream is heard—of her own voice. It's followed by a ghastly roar of a black lindwurm, its bloodied fangs bared as it lunges to strike the woman running away.]
CW: gore, body mutilation, blood, death, it's like a lot of stuff
As she walks, her shoes will squelch along the bloodied ground, the shadows within the iced walls becoming more visceral and soon—recognizable.
Beat missing his side and arm as if ripped away, neck crushed.
Trahearne and Oriphi frozen with their chests torn open, charred by lightning.
Beatrix face down, burnt and torn asunder, barely recognizable.
Aerith hanging on the short ceiling skewered through the chest.
Susato bloated and ghastly blue, hands outstretched as if clawing for air.
A few feet more and she'll stumble over something—a frozen arm that rolls down the path she just came. And when she looks forward she will find herself in what looks like a horrific battlefield, dyed red and black. Lightning rips through the blood red skies as black ice rises from the bloodied ground. And scattered everywhere are various corpses...of her.
Frozen over, drowned, cut or clawed through, burned, torn apart—the bodies lie scattered, some piled on top of each other. It seems endless.
And in the distance a blood curdling scream is heard—of her own voice. It's followed by a ghastly roar of a black lindwurm, its bloodied fangs bared as it lunges to strike the woman running away.]