[ The Convocation's gazes remain fixed on Zodiark. A heavy wash of aether ripples outwards, washing over the men and women gathered as the fiend stands tall, gazing down towards the dying planet. When He speaks, His deep, rasping voice bears only the thinnest resemblance to the one who gave their heart to become Him. ]
Now shall I bestir the aether of the firmament and restore balance...
[ Spreading wide His arms, Zodiark lets out an ear-splitting roar. The effect - if one is able to watch it - is almost immediate: chaos stills, the stars cease to fall, and the world below hangs quiet. Though there is no obvious visible effect, it seems clear that their doom has been averted. ]
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Now shall I bestir the aether of the firmament and restore balance...
[ Spreading wide His arms, Zodiark lets out an ear-splitting roar. The effect - if one is able to watch it - is almost immediate: chaos stills, the stars cease to fall, and the world below hangs quiet. Though there is no obvious visible effect, it seems clear that their doom has been averted. ]