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Hmm? Cards? Oh, so the shadow wasn't content with claws? Sherry was almost offended. Silly little-- The cards changed. She flinched as the spears hit, as much from surprise as pain.

And then the Voice spoke.

Sherry was aware of things breaking, falling..like the world itself was crumbling. Did that...did that mean...No. The traitors couldn't have been right. Still...things that should not break, were. And she felt...tired. Not like any tired she remembered feeling. Drained, somehow.

Sherry growled again, a deep, resonating sound from deep in her chest. "I don't have time for you, little shadow." There was a hint of hiss in her voice, now. She smiled a wicked smile, then took another swipe at the shadow. "Die now, why don't you?"

So far he found the Silver Crowned Silver, the powerful Man in White, and yet he could not seem to locate the Shadow Lord. Though he was not attuned to the Black Kingdom, he did owe the king a bit of gratitude for allowing the 'wandering shadow' to shelter within his kingdom for the time. He had to make sure he was safe and... well, not dead. He had already seen a few fallen, but he could not break focus, he had specific goals he needed to accomplish. Time was running short. The sky was tearing. The Voice remains unknown and ominous.

Yet his body tinged with excitement. He felt that there were three bodies of immense power here on the battlegrounds, who they were not a mysterious. They had to be kings. If there were kings, that means there were ways out of here and to safer places.

It was not too far off that he noted a lot of shadows. He smiled with delight, seeing shadows in mass. He would feel sorry for the poor fool who was being attacked by a force such as them. However, it was when he realized who it was that was being attack that he slowed his pace. The opponent that was their target was none other than the ten foot shadow - The Shadow Lord himself. What was going on? Why were his own shadows attacking him?

However, what made the matter was... was the man who stood nearby. A tall man, but not a shadow. He bore keys and a large coat. A person from another kingdom. Did he plan to strike down the Shadow King while his own denizens attack him? Perhaps he could serve as a distraction, at the very least get what he wanted.

Without hesitation, the unallied Silver rushed into the fray - but not to attack. The man with keys was his target.

Millie looked at the sky. Even as the cold shroud of death from the card enveloped her, her attention was to the sky.

"Well, looks like we've run out of time already. Won't even give me one battle huh?"

She turned towards Aezeloth and smiled bitterly. Millie.... had started to glow.
"I guess we go together, huh?"

Well, that didn't work the way she planned... Using the last of her strength to strike out with her sword she swung it at a nearby errant white blur.

She was fading... she felt like crying. Had she really done a thing worthwhile? Was her kingdom still standing?

Her vision was slowly fading to black as she crumpled into a pile of miasma.


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The girl's scowl deepened at his answer. No surprise--most of them really had been in the dark about the Voice. However, the bit about the True King earned a incredulous stare that was followed by a bark of laughter. "I'm not sure such a role exists, Aymet. And these people attacking you, these traitors," She swept a hand out towards where one of them had just been standing, "May just be trying to save you. Honestly, you think you are a King, but we're nothing but pawns on the Voice's chess board."

And it looked like the Voice's next plan was coming into play. She glanced up in surprise upon hearing it speak, her expression darkening as the horizon in the distance was broken. This was it, wasn't it? Time to move.

"I advice you wake up quickly, Aymet. If your situation is anything like mine, you may have to another self to save as well." She shot him one last glance before turning to leave.

[Exit]

Eyes narrowed into slits, and a feral snarl escaped his lips as Sherry lashed out at him again.
The claws appeared again, but this time, shifted into dual blades, reminiscent of the weapons that his past self used to wield, not that it would of invoked any memory between the two of them at the moment.

Instead of attacking back, he felt drained, tired. Why? He could still...
The black miasma aura began to wane, slowly seeping into nothing as the Voice spoke, but it barely registered as the shadow weapons dropped from his hand, and the shadow, once known as Chariot, fell.

[ Exit ]

Uluiru looked at Crispin, eyes wide. Crispin's terror seemed genuine, and one could almost see the energy fading out of him, right in front of his very eyes. This, paired with the sky's visible destruction, and his own sudden draw towards a...tower, in the distance, calling to him, were enough to throw him off his game, tripping in his haste as he backed away from Crispin, holding his hands up in a defensive gesture.

"I...I have no idea what's going on...and what do you mean, already dead?!" he murmured--it was one thing to try to take the other down, but the panic, and the unexplained...symptoms, were enough to spark his compassion.