Around her, there was pain and death, screams and sobs, but Manaka sang, her lips parted in a wide smile. The whole atmosphere felt dirty, the air sticky with some filth beyond the dirt and blood that soiled the cavern's floor, but she was still immaculate, everything about her fair and bright. She formed a perfect contrast with the girl beside her, Manaka's pale fingers knotting in her dark hair as she dragged her, screaming and filthy with tears streaming down her cheeks, to the edge of the cauldron.
The cauldron—the chalice of the Holy Grail—stretched endlessly before them, a boiling sea of black darker and thicker than any pitch. Manaka released the girl from her grip, watching her hit the red and stony ground like a limp doll. She lay there like so much debris, hardly different from the mangled lumps of flesh that littered the floor around the mouth of the Grail.
"You should hurry up," Manaka said, her voice as bright as her smile. "It's hungry. If you don't jump in on your own, you'll wind up like that." She didn't gesture with her hands, but instead inclined her head toward the remnants of bodies that had been reduced to so much meat. "It'll end the same for you either way, but melting away sounds so much nicer, don't you think?"
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She sang.
Around her, there was pain and death, screams and sobs, but Manaka sang, her lips parted in a wide smile. The whole atmosphere felt dirty, the air sticky with some filth beyond the dirt and blood that soiled the cavern's floor, but she was still immaculate, everything about her fair and bright. She formed a perfect contrast with the girl beside her, Manaka's pale fingers knotting in her dark hair as she dragged her, screaming and filthy with tears streaming down her cheeks, to the edge of the cauldron.
The cauldron—the chalice of the Holy Grail—stretched endlessly before them, a boiling sea of black darker and thicker than any pitch. Manaka released the girl from her grip, watching her hit the red and stony ground like a limp doll. She lay there like so much debris, hardly different from the mangled lumps of flesh that littered the floor around the mouth of the Grail.
"You should hurry up," Manaka said, her voice as bright as her smile. "It's hungry. If you don't jump in on your own, you'll wind up like that." She didn't gesture with her hands, but instead inclined her head toward the remnants of bodies that had been reduced to so much meat. "It'll end the same for you either way, but melting away sounds so much nicer, don't you think?"