[ It doesn't really seem to appease him, but there is no good decision to make here. Emet-Selch spares him one last, anguished look before walking over to join his brethren. ]
We humbly thank you all! [ One of the other red-masked figures shouts. ] For offering your lives to halt this calamity. Know that this is not the end. It cannot, will not, be the end.
[ A shorter figure in white robes steps forward, wearing the same red mask as his compeers. One would be forgiven for thinking him a child, but his voice is most certainly that of an adult. ]
Attend me, my friends, [ the white-robed one says quietly to the others. ] We shall meet again underneath a blue sky. We will.
[ For a few moments, all is oppressively silent. Then the white-robed one smiles and raises his hands to the vast darkness of space. The other twelve arrange themselves silently around him. ]
Render unto me your aether so that I may become Zodiark, saviour of our people and our star!
[ Blindingly bright light envelops them. One by one, those others gathered - their white-masked people and those from Avalon - disappear in motes of light. Each soul grows the brilliance of the summoning until all are vanished save for the twelve in red masks and--
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We humbly thank you all! [ One of the other red-masked figures shouts. ] For offering your lives to halt this calamity. Know that this is not the end. It cannot, will not, be the end.
[ A shorter figure in white robes steps forward, wearing the same red mask as his compeers. One would be forgiven for thinking him a child, but his voice is most certainly that of an adult. ]
Attend me, my friends, [ the white-robed one says quietly to the others. ] We shall meet again underneath a blue sky. We will.
[ For a few moments, all is oppressively silent. Then the white-robed one smiles and raises his hands to the vast darkness of space. The other twelve arrange themselves silently around him. ]
Render unto me your aether so that I may become Zodiark, saviour of our people and our star!
[ Blindingly bright light envelops them. One by one, those others gathered - their white-masked people and those from Avalon - disappear in motes of light. Each soul grows the brilliance of the summoning until all are vanished save for the twelve in red masks and--
A dark fiend. ]