"Teleportation circle. Make a runic array, feed it a little mana, and everything within the circle is transported to a matching circle elsewhere."
The shield is appreciated, as Kuja climbs the stairs two at a time, keeping back enough to ensure that the others stay close but not slowing down by any means- "Observatory, observatory, where the hell is the observatory, gods it's been so long since I've been in this damned castle- here!"
Kuja rounds a corner, coming to a large chamber with a spiral staircase leading into the ceiling, crystals and instruments littering the walls, all seemingly monitoring some arcane process. The walls shake, and up above, there's a scream of pain that sounds... draconic. "Less than five minutes, probably. But we're close. Just up one level and then we're home free, I can get up to it and pilot it down."
As he climbs the stairs a final time, coming out onto a wide, raised platform on the roof of the castle overlooking a massive, crimson crystal, he has to stop for a moment. It's a sight from not all that long ago, as a bearded, elderly man in black armor, a crystalline orb pulsing in his chest like a heart, wages a pitched battle, eight-on-one- and, terrifyingly, holds his own with contemptuous ease. Perhaps it's something about the way the crystal in his chest seems to suck in the light around it, or the way he somehow seems more heavy than the group surrounding him- A knight held aloft by psychokinetic force alone, choking. A man with flame-red hair, on the ground, unmoving. A young woman with a staff, bringing him back into the fight. A slavering humanoid in a chef's hat, frozen in time. Two children, a boy with a hat and a girl with a horn, bloody, exhausted, still trying to cast. A ratlike woman with a spear, ripped out of the sky by a gravity spell. And at the center of it all, a boy with a tail like Kuja's, charging with twin daggers at Garland, pink-red fur sprouting as his body glows with a furious light, forcing the old man backwards, to defend himself.
Kuja stares, for a moment, transfixed. He hadn't seen this before, hadn't paid much attention to it. He'd been... busy.
Overhead, the Hilda Garde approaches the looming Invincible.
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The shield is appreciated, as Kuja climbs the stairs two at a time, keeping back enough to ensure that the others stay close but not slowing down by any means- "Observatory, observatory, where the hell is the observatory, gods it's been so long since I've been in this damned castle- here!"
Kuja rounds a corner, coming to a large chamber with a spiral staircase leading into the ceiling, crystals and instruments littering the walls, all seemingly monitoring some arcane process. The walls shake, and up above, there's a scream of pain that sounds... draconic. "Less than five minutes, probably. But we're close. Just up one level and then we're home free, I can get up to it and pilot it down."
As he climbs the stairs a final time, coming out onto a wide, raised platform on the roof of the castle overlooking a massive, crimson crystal, he has to stop for a moment. It's a sight from not all that long ago, as a bearded, elderly man in black armor, a crystalline orb pulsing in his chest like a heart, wages a pitched battle, eight-on-one- and, terrifyingly, holds his own with contemptuous ease. Perhaps it's something about the way the crystal in his chest seems to suck in the light around it, or the way he somehow seems more heavy than the group surrounding him-
A knight held aloft by psychokinetic force alone, choking.
A man with flame-red hair, on the ground, unmoving.
A young woman with a staff, bringing him back into the fight.
A slavering humanoid in a chef's hat, frozen in time.
Two children, a boy with a hat and a girl with a horn, bloody, exhausted, still trying to cast.
A ratlike woman with a spear, ripped out of the sky by a gravity spell.
And at the center of it all, a boy with a tail like Kuja's, charging with twin daggers at Garland, pink-red fur sprouting as his body glows with a furious light, forcing the old man backwards, to defend himself.
Kuja stares, for a moment, transfixed. He hadn't seen this before, hadn't paid much attention to it. He'd been... busy.
Overhead, the Hilda Garde approaches the looming Invincible.