Epilogue

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EPILOGUE

Your stopped time has restarted. Whether you were in the grassy field or fighting for your life on the castle grounds, you'll suddenly find yourself in an untouched area of the gardens. Ish is back, and so are the items, and the dead.

You return to Chateau Ambregris with the certain knowledge that come Monday, you will greet a new week, in a home of your own choosing. No longer will the chime of the clocks hunt you down, no longer will the oppressive scent of roses haunt your senses, no longer will you be forced to watch the death of those you've come to love and hate.

Parting is such a bittersweet sorrow, isn't it?

Make merry one last time, in this castle of illusions. Ironically, your memories of this stolen time that never existed are the one thing that will truly remain to you.

END NOTES

🔮 All dead are revived as tsukumogami! Congrats on your immortality(?)
🔮 Any other contracts made with Ish will be honored
🔮 Characters may choose to leave for any world they desire.
🔮 Time has not passed while you were stuck in this loop!
🔮 There will be no cross-dimensional world travel, except for on Samhain (Witches New Year October 31st/November 1st). On these dates, Ish will enable everyone to visit each other's world freely.
🔮 Universal Communication will be possible, courtesy of Manba and Ish. Everyone who wants one will be given a small fox that can communicate with other foxes through voice and video; the foxes can talk and are fairly simple creatures, enjoy them and give them fried tofu once in a while.
🔮 Powers are on for the finale, but Ish will step in and yeet anyone who gets too out of hand back to their homeworld, so play nice! (or relatively nice. )

[OOC: Welcome to your epilogue! The timeloop is ended, the evil has been defeated, and you have some time to catch your breath in the castle before the rest of your life begins! ]

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[coldseep]

( Though Hwylryn's expression is hard to read, but there is something that blows in the breeze as Blade makes his proclamations - though the air itself has cooled (not harshly, no: more the way the summer cools as the sun sinks low, is all), something sweet drifts through the air; the scent of the fruit just sent away, perhaps - the scent of roses - herbs?

A pleasant scent. A sweet breeze, even as Blade points his weapon to him.

And Hwylryn, despite the pain of loss, seems satisfied with Blade's answer.

(Though it is not his place to take satisfaction in it - though he has no right to place himself as judge. But, cruelly, he does so anyway, and he decides he is happy for Blade, and he decides that he hopes that his and Dan Heng's journey is filled with luck.)

Still, if he had to choose a send-off, it would be this! These soulful conversations have worn on him. Fewer things parse better in his mind than feelings conveyed through a proper fight - and so a storm shall brew within the sky, sure, but as his gaze darts up to meet the sword coming for him, he grins with all his sharp, sharp teeth, eyes glittering in delight.

As Blade comes down, his long body whips around with a quick snap, attempting to slam Blade into the ground (or into the castle's front wall, if Blade is unlucky). This may not cause him to dodge an actual slice, but he doesn't mind if Blade gets a good hit on him! Regardless, he kicks up and flows into the air as easy as swimming, not bothering change his size - it's much easier to navigate this space if he's of a manageable scale. )

Blade! ( He hasn't gone too far up yet - but he's above the height of the hedges, at least. ) Can you fly? Should I keep low to the ground?

( A genuine question, or a taunt? (Maybe both?) - He doesn't intend to fight Blade too seriously, because he wouldn't like to send Blade off to his honeymoon (?) (it's a honeymoon to Hwyl!) with Dan Heng with injuries, but it feels a little rude to Blade and wholly inaccurate to his own feelings to just lie down and take it. )

[baebladie]

[ Blade certainly searches not for this accursed dragon of the sky and water's satisfaction - what matters to him first and foremost is his own. What can he take from this still even if in the end he knows it will not truly bring him much relief? Even if in his heart he will curse him, believing Hwylyrn will not even grace G'raha or Sariel with anything resembling apology or having taken responsibility for his actions? But even if he knows that...would he have decided to approach him with a less harsh gait?

Between the personal betrayal and guilt, Blade will have come to this the very same way.

As for the slice, Hwylyrn's movement is quick, but somehow anticipated, with the man changing the trajectory mid-air into a stronger slash right at the same time that movement is made. His own movement will make it hard to miss the dragon being sliced into or against that tough skin, with a powerful slice, though...

In regards to Blade's ability to dodge the attack as a result? Null and void - he is hit into the ground nearby the castle wall. Though, he begins to stand right after, because it isn't really the worst he's been hit with. It smarts, but this is just the opening shot.

It doesn't matter to him if he even ends up dying in this battle, because he can always just come back due to the curse. Not many people know this, though, and Dan Heng probably still won't like it. But, whatever the case, he's not stopping now.

He feels that dreadful excitement, though it isn't enough to edge him into insanity. ]

Doesn't matter.

[ He has demonstrated partly why it doesn't, the rest will out soon enough. He'll fight with a dragon who floats up in the air. He doesn't really care. This time he'll come at Hwylyrn once more, using his speed to try to ambush the draconic being from the other side in a blink of an eye, a more traditional swing towards the dragon's neck with an attempt to hit. ]