꧁~Shattered Horizon~꧂

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(You're Nashatra)

—Tidal Locking — a vast, statue-filled hall that opens into a dead horizon of orange sky. Chains hang like veins through the ruins, and the air feels heavy, as if weighed down by years of bitterness. This is the place Xigeris chose to vanish from the world, a prison of his own making, carved from every fragment of envy and anger he’s nursed since the day he was cast aside. Here, the memory of being rejected by the Rose Seekers burns like an open wound, and the face of the one who replaced him, Nashatra — is the salt ground into it.—

—From the shadows ahead, his voice cuts through the stillness.—

~ " How DARE you come to my resting place after you stole my role. "

—Nash takes a step forward, eyes narrowing.—

~ " What did I ever do to you? "

—Xigeris’s breath comes heavier, his knuckles white around the hilt of his weapon. The fact that she doesn’t even remember that she’s forgotten the moment his life cracked in half, sends a sharper pain through him than any wound could.—

—Without warning, he lunges. Their weapons meet with a sharp clang, pushing each other back a few steps. Nash adjusts her stance, circling him slowly, while Xigeris advances again, his movements fast but deliberate.—

~ " Damn the world, damn you. "

—Nash twists her blade just in time, catching his downward strike with a sharp metallic ring. She pushes against his weapon, turning the force aside and stepping in to keep him off balance.—

~ " Damn you... "

—They close the distance once more, exchanging strikes in bursts, a step in, a slash, a dodge, a counter. Sparks leap when their blades clash again, the sound echoing through the hollow chamber. Around them, the statues stand frozen, silent witnesses to a grudge years in the making.—

—They circle again, weapons ready, the air between them tense and unbroken except for the low hum of the dream’s shifting walls.—

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