[If Aeron were a little more human, or a little less fortunate, she would have arrived at the spire by way of being dragged. For the majority of the herd, a slight of illusion is enough to convince them she's nothing important. But not all of those infected are limited to five human senses, or have one or more enhanced. Some have enough magic in them to see past hers. That is when she fights, most often escaping when one of the other inhabitant notices Count D in distress. The screams of those who die serve as fuel.
When she arrives at the spire, Aeron has to tighten her jaw to keep from vomiting. Why in the hell was she drawn to something like that? There are no answers in her mind; the part of her that had strained toward the Phalanx is shaking in horror.]
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Date: 2012-09-30 06:36 pm (UTC)When she arrives at the spire, Aeron has to tighten her jaw to keep from vomiting. Why in the hell was she drawn to something like that? There are no answers in her mind; the part of her that had strained toward the Phalanx is shaking in horror.]
'Matthew, where are you?'