[Nothing adds up, certainly not the latest evidence. Going into that room... none of them can say they know exactly what's waiting beyond the final door. Oh but they can can do this together, right? So step right up-- that cold black door framed in metal beckons them, ushering them into a circular room, lit only by the light streaming in from that circular window. It's all dark walls supported by steel all the way up to it's pointed ceiling. The door slams shut behind them and shut it remains.
Their entrance stirs a flock of white butterflies into the air. Steel podiums have been set in a circle for the trial, elaborate and beautiful yet with a jagged design.
The "city" they might be able to see from that window, should they choose to look, is in ruins. Mayhem has erupted upon it-- there are people encased in stone, broken houses, strange layers of ice, an unnatural dark sky full of rumbling clouds... one could only call the sight a true disaster.
As the students timidly settle into their labeled places, the butterflies settle, some sitting upon the podiums, others returning to the stone floor.
It seems at first as though they might be alone, however once the Orphans have taken their place, only a few awkward moments of silence settle in before soft footsteps can be heard, as a figure steps out of the shadows of the room in a despair-inducing suit of black and... white? The pattern no doubt familiar to all as that of the hero form of the girl who had just protected them and died in the trial following.]
Welcome... to your final trial. I'm so glad you could all make it. But sadly... I don't think you have what it takes to make a true miracle happen here. So I'm afraid this might be short. Still... Please do your best.
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Their entrance stirs a flock of white butterflies into the air. Steel podiums have been set in a circle for the trial, elaborate and beautiful yet with a jagged design.
The "city" they might be able to see from that window, should they choose to look, is in ruins. Mayhem has erupted upon it-- there are people encased in stone, broken houses, strange layers of ice, an unnatural dark sky full of rumbling clouds... one could only call the sight a true disaster.
As the students timidly settle into their labeled places, the butterflies settle, some sitting upon the podiums, others returning to the stone floor.
It seems at first as though they might be alone, however once the Orphans have taken their place, only a few awkward moments of silence settle in before soft footsteps can be heard, as a figure steps out of the shadows of the room in a despair-inducing suit of black and... white? The pattern no doubt familiar to all as that of the hero form of the girl who had just protected them and died in the trial following.]
Welcome... to your final trial. I'm so glad you could all make it. But sadly... I don't think you have what it takes to make a true miracle happen here. So I'm afraid this might be short. Still... Please do your best.
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