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The pulse tore outward like the cracking of thunder bottled in stone. Shadows raced across the chamber floor in jagged streaks, lightning coiling within them, black as tar and sharp as glass. The glyphs etched into the walls hissed and flared against the surge, their glow warping as if recoiling from Edwin’s claim.

The undead Mana Beast shrieked, its cry warped and guttural, a sound like two voices layered atop one another. The necrotic wave ate into its flesh, stripping an entire leg to bare bone in a matter of seconds, meat sloughing away in chunks that hit the stones wetly. Half its face blackened and peeled, one eye socket left hollow, yet the other burned brighter green, glaring at him with unnatural hunger.

The cub in Edwin’s grip went still. Its small claws curled tight against his gauntlet, body trembling—but not in fear. Its wide eyes fixed on him, ears flattened, breath caught as though it were awed by the force he unleashed.

The figure in the corner collapsed to their knees as the wave struck. Their plain features twisted, necrosis crawling up one leg, eating into skin and cloth alike. For a heartbeat, they trembled as if the damage might end them.

Then they laughed.

The sound rang through the chamber, sharp and jagged, cracking in and out of sanity. They bent low, coughing blood, their body already cracking where the necrotic spread, but still they laughed.

[COLOR=green]“A sacrifice… hah—yes, you’ll make just as good a sacrifice as the beast.”[/COLOR] Their voice grew ragged, teeth bared in something between a grin and a snarl. [COLOR=green]“You think dominion makes you master? Fool. One’s claim cannot rise against the natural laws of the world.”[/COLOR]

They forced themselves upright, staggering. A massive maul had appeared in their grip, its head spiked and cruel, edges catching faint glimmers of mana. Though their legs buckled under necrosis, they lurched forward, step after step, laughing through the ruin of their own flesh.

The Mana Beast shuddered on its ruined limbs, and still it came. Its skeletal leg scraped uselessly but it dragged itself forward with the others, jaws yawning wide to snap shut around him.

From either side they closed—the lunatic advancing with the maul, the half-dead beast lunging with unnatural hunger.

The cub curled itself into a trembling ball in his grasp.The only spark of innocence in a chamber now drowned in menace.

The situation was clear: two threats, closing fast, their bodies breaking under his power yet still rising, driven not by life but by something fouler. The weight of the cult’s obsession pressed in with the silence, broken only by laughter and the wet drag of the beast’s stride.

[hider=Stats] 
Cultist: 25/35 
Undead Mana Beast: 20/30
Both Enemies will lose -1 HP upon next round regardless of damage dealt in the characters post due to necrotic damage. 

Cultist: Used Conversion, and is making an attempt to swing at Edwin, on failing legs. Will lose an additional -2 hp each following round.
[The will of a Mad Man] : [Conversion] E,(+2) [Martial: Blunt/Mace Weapon] E, (+2)[Athletics] F, (+1) [Focus] F, (+1) (+2 Str) = 8 BE? 
Undead Mana Beast: Makes an attempt to launch its jaws at Edwin. 
[Crunch]: [Natural Weapons] E, (+2) [Incapacitating] F, (+1) = 3 BE? 

You can roll a dice, with 10DC being the number to reach out of a d20. To see if he can roll out of the way. Or take 1 dmg and deal a final blow to one enemy. 
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Meanwhile...

Aedrianna watched as the man she'd all but given her heart to disappeared before her eyes. She stood for a half second, staring in disbelief at the scene before her. The blood, the gore; her love. Gone. Just stones, faintly glowing in the dim light of the eerily quiet jungle. And perhaps it was only now, that his presence was gone; she realized just how strange and ominous this jungle was. Her eyes slowly swiveled over to the large war horse, who was pawing at the ground and snorting irritatedly. His head thrashing off to the side, as if looking into the distance. Like it knew where its master was. Finally the shock began to seep away, and an angry focus drilled itself into her. She'd dragged him out here to have some time to get to know him better. To learn their capabilities together as a team. But this, this was unacceptable. 

Her blue and violet eyes scanned the stones for a second before she thrust her hand into the satchel her aunt had given her. Pulling out what looked to be plain chalk. She muttered unintelligibly to herself as she stepped up to the stones. Pausing and looking around as if expecting to be swept away like Edwin. 

However when that didn't happen she shook her head and knelt down, looking at the glyphs that had been etched on the stones. With the chalk in her hand,Aedrianna set to work. Their surfaces were uneven, gouged deep with etched glyphs that pulsed faintly in the gloom. Blood — old, dry, and flaked black — streaked across the lines, giving the altar a grotesque texture that snagged her glove as she brushed her fingers over it.

Her book aside, she pressed the chalk to the stone. The first stroke crumbled beneath her touch, forcing her to press harder. She muttered darkly under her breath as she traced runes into the gaps between ancient carvings, layering her own equations atop sacrificial scrawl.

[COLOR=Pink]“Damn it… this was supposed to be a date, not another nightmare.”[/COLOR] Her voice cracked as she smeared out a crooked ratio with the heel of her palm, leaving a white streak across her glove.

Lines turned jagged where the stone edges rose, but she pressed on, dragging her chalk across them in sharp arcs. Sweat collected along her brow as she tried to remember the numbers her uncle drilled into her.

[COLOR=Pink]“Four to one… no, no—stop shaking, focus. Damn it, Aedri, you already know this, you took two years of  algebra and studied for weeks under uncle!”[/COLOR]

The jungle’s silence pressed in heavier, the only sounds the war horse pacing and snorting at her back, and the brittle squeal of chalk grinding into rock. The beast tossed its head, crimson eyes flashing, ears pinned forward like it too sensed the pull.

Aedrianna clenched her jaw, teeth grit hard, as she scrawled the last line and thrust her palm down into the center of her messy circle.

For a long, aching second—nothing. Just her ragged breathing and the tremor of her tired arms. Then the runes flared.

The chalk lines lit up in cascading sparks, searing white-blue, crawling like veins across the stones until they bled into the ancient glyphs. Her circle tangled with the altar’s script, and for a moment the two pulsed together, like a single beating heart.

The pull came next: a thread of mana that wrapped tight around her chest, tugging in a direction the average eye couldn’t see. She gasped and pulled her hand back, the chalk clattering onto the stone.

Behind her, the war horse reared slightly, pawing at the earth as though answering the same call. She blinked a few times, and watched as a line began to shine in her eye sight. A trail of blue light, leading into the depths of the forest. She pushed herself up and ran to the war steed, stroking its muzzle and whispering quietly. 

[color=pink]"Come on, I'll show you where he's at."[/color] She grabbed at the reigns, and with some maneuvering, she pulled herself into the destriers saddle. Leaning down so her chest was hugged to the warsteeds neck ,she whispered and pointed, nudging gently with her thighs to lead the war steed to where his master was. 

[Hider=Aedris actions] [Mana trace] : [Arcana] F,(+1) [alchemy] F (+1), [nature] f, (+1) [Isekai:appraisal] f (+1) [luck] f, (+1) [magic] D, (+3) [light] f (+1), - bE=9  character uses alchemy and arcana to trace the mana of a spell. - Grade D Post Cool down 2. [/hider]