The thin bravado, as expected, fell upon deaf and mostly unimpressed ears.
“You’ll have little choice in the matter, I’m afraid.”
There was no fanfare, no real prelude, to the atmosphere twisting with something heavy. As if it were waiting on Ardyn, commanded by Ardyn, this awful darkness. Prompto would recognize it; the familiar dread that threads through the air, heralding the arrival of a daemon at night. But such energy merely swirled around the loosely curled fingers of Ardyn’s hand, like wisps of dark flame.
He pressed it against Prompto’s chest. It shook his body to the core, to the brink of shattering. It would be enough to steal consciousness away from him.
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Prompto would awaken, bleary and in pain, with the sensation of cold metal pressed to his back and encircling his wrists. The cavernous ceiling looming above, and the groan of the keep against the harsh winter winds the only thing to greet him.
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“You’ll have little choice in the matter, I’m afraid.”
There was no fanfare, no real prelude, to the atmosphere twisting with something heavy. As if it were waiting on Ardyn, commanded by Ardyn, this awful darkness. Prompto would recognize it; the familiar dread that threads through the air, heralding the arrival of a daemon at night. But such energy merely swirled around the loosely curled fingers of Ardyn’s hand, like wisps of dark flame.
He pressed it against Prompto’s chest. It shook his body to the core, to the brink of shattering. It would be enough to steal consciousness away from him.
———————
Prompto would awaken, bleary and in pain, with the sensation of cold metal pressed to his back and encircling his wrists. The cavernous ceiling looming above, and the groan of the keep against the harsh winter winds the only thing to greet him.