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[b][u]??? - The Abyss Sea[/u][/b]

As Estelle was lifted up to her feet with the aid of Dylan’s strength, he could feel her trembling. He winced as he lifted her up, quickly producing a cursory glance over her body to check for any injuries. As powerful and bodily a blow as that was, there didn’t seem to be anything there, bar the shallow cut she suffered in protecting Lute that was already starting to heal thanks to the earlier efforts of Amy in the elevator. He couldn’t see her face, hidden as it was under her fiery hair’s fringe, but the way in which Estelle shook, over and over…

“Don’t listen,” Dylan whispered, in an effort to both reassure her and himself. “Whatever he says isn’t true. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how real it feels, it can’t be true.”

He looked away, back to that central platform, and how that towering warrior lumbered forwards, rearing his giant lion headed axe back over arm, to bring swinging back down and unleash another ripping shockwave towards Aria and Lute. The first time, their narrow avoidance had been through as much luck as it was quick speed and reactions from Aria, but there was no guarantee they could survive a second attack. They needed to get over there. They needed to help. They couldn’t give in. Not to fear, not to this… barbaric farce!

[i]“We can still fight this.”[/i] Dylan proclaimed.

“I’m not scared, or afraid, Dylan…” Estelle’s head lifted up. The Matter Artist turned, surprised at first by the tone of his friend’s voice, and then grinning. It was Estelle as she always was. 

[b]“I’M MAD! HOW DARE THIS THING DO THIS?!”[/b] Estelle screamed, her eyes burning with the same ferocity her sword burned. [b]“WHATEVER THIS THING IS, WHAT IT’S JUST DONE NOW… IT’S CROSSED THE LINE!”[/b]

[i]“Dylan!!”[/i]

“Right!” Dylan replied, turning again in a ready stance to face the large, sinking clocktower platform that was located in the centre of the platform islands the rest of their friends occupied. His hand, gripping his ready chalk, scratched atop the surface of his slate. His mind willed the object he had sketched to materialise into creation, at the same time as Estelle began sprinting towards the end of their platform, in the direction of that central platform. She jumped, and at the end of the platform, right where she was about to land, a spring popped up into existence. 

With a resounding ‘boing!’, Estelle was sent flying through the air, her sword ready at her side, to fight alongside her friends. Meanwhile, behind her Dylan quickly began erasing the spring, to channel his energy anew into another creation – small bridges connecting the islands that his friends were on, that would appear one at a time before fading into nothing, providing them a new path to that central platform.