Haumea’s eyes widen, reflecting the gleam of blue energy as Excalibur surges with a new power source. As hope wells within him, the shadowy cloak of despair aims to shield her even further.
His incessant prattling doesn’t anger her, rather it hurts her. His words cut deeply—
A blazing cyan energy crackled in the air around Arthur and his holy sword, their souls resonating as one. A wavelength of hope being sent from Arthur’s soul, meeting Excalibur’s and bounding back to Arthur’s— amplified.
An echo-chamber of hope.
—
—and tries to cover her ears, but she cannot escape. As the Saint, it is her duty to endure the world’s suffering and all its evil to save humankind.
And it kills her. With each tainted whisper, taunt, and cruel laughter, Haumea finds her soul more at odds with her physical—
“You? Cut through Charon?”
The saint’s calm demeanor melts as a more mischievous persona slips free. She grins and wags a finger at him.
“I don’t think so, little boy! Charon is quite strong. Tougher than any structure built by man.”
She watches in silence as the knight drops to his knees, blood dripping from his lips.
“I warned you. You will die here for it is the Evangelist’s wish.”
The woman begins to walk towards him in a slow and purposeful manner. Her intentions were unclear in the moment, but it—
Arthur closed the distance but felt his blade not meet any thing, it was like it has passed right through her— like he was fighting the air itself.
And then he felt it, the tremors. His body vibrated at an intensity he had never known…
—
—mad, if it goes on for too long.
“You must stop this. I am only trying to save humanity. Don’t you see? Don’t you understand?!”
Another tear flows down her cheek as she speaks.
“You’re doomed. All of us are—despair will always return. It will always come back for us. The—