"On certain cold nights man, woman, and child—unbeknownst—they die. This is life, a lady blind to death and pain." – Unknown.
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The dome's energy had dwindled, fading out from existence itself.
No one knew, except a bare few: the twins.
Their eyes fell on Alistair as his body radiated a purple aura. The ambient source energy seeped into his systems and through the sword, constructing dense, powerful lightning arcs.
They'd wanted to attack to disrupt the gathering process, but instincts forced their legs still, to gather shadows of their own.
A good choice because Alistair finished at that moment. If they'd charged, heads—theirs—would have flown.
But now their ether and forces peaked; heads still needed to fly and roll.
In a burst of light Alistair dashed forth. The twins, however, zipped to the right, then left—route becoming chaotic.
These actions caused Alistair to snort and change his direction mid-run.
