[center][h1][color=silver]Annabelle Irons[/color][/h1]

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Annabelle felt her chains maneuver beyond the barrier, tunneling and worming as best as she could get them to until she could perceive the altar's bottom being in contact with the chains themselves. The horror-warped magical girl then had the tips of her chains pierce into the altar, before she began to channel her magical energy towards the altar from the arm. At least, what little she had left at this point. 

Soth was nearing the ritual's completion bit by bit, closer than she had expected him to end up being by now at least. But she could feel it, that thing thread of magic forming between her patron and the body. A channel formed for the consciousness transfer, and the most fragile piece of this equation that could be done on short notice. Maybe...just maybe at least. But she wasn't going to give up so easy! After all, her body was feeling weaker and weaker, her Soth-granted magic and life force being sapped away (unlike her own darkness magic in the chain arm) as the pain rocked through her body. 

It was easily visible that Annabelle was not in the best of straights. Sweat was dripping rapidly off of her forehead and onto the floor in front of her, her complexion becoming paler than a ghost, and the shudders that ran up her spine and through her limbs visibly every few seconds. Even the arrival of two new magical girls, out of the corner of her eyes. But not even these two arrival would perhaps fix-...wait a second!

[color=silver]"Hey! You two over there! He isn't covering the ceiling above the altar, or underneath it!

If one of you could come over, i need some backup to help with something over here!"[/color] Annabelle said, calling out to Summer ([@DarkwolfX37]) aloud, after which a pained grunt could be heard escape the void-touched girl's lips. 

Amaryllis seemed to be doing a good job...er, so far at least. Albeit Annabelle could tell her 'boss' wasn't being serious, and heavens forbid he ever did get into such a state. His anger was enough to terrify even her, a mind-bent magical girl. 

Soth, on the other hand, seemed to take the attacks in stride. Severed tentacles withdrew and were replaced with new emerging ones, and more eyes began to emerge from the cylindrical darkness surrounding the altar on all sides like a hollow tube. The portals began to become a little larger as well, as if to accommodate more appendages for battle. 

With this being the case, Alicia ([@Flamelord]) would not find a gap around the sides of the altar. No space along the sides that wasn't teeming with Soth's eyes and tentacles and dark portals stretching to the ceiling and floor. At least...not an obvious one, as Soth's eyes and tentacles were now lashing out at the Star Seraph and her afterimages with an unrelenting ferocity. 

Likewise, Amaryllis would find herself facing many more attacking tentacles from all directions in front of her, and the eyes firing larger and stronger beams in her direction than they initially had. The lasers were also being aimed in different manners, in varying directions even, to try to coordinate attacks on the Rose Knight. 

[u]A vital clue had just been noted, however, about the situation. Above the altar and below it, the ceiling and floor respectively, were [b]vulnerable[/b]. Annabelle herself was already connected to the altar from underneath as well, trying her best to do something about the matter, though this was not something anyone might immediately guess she was doing? Hmm... So what would be the best course of action, in this case? [/u]


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