grimmoired | END OF CHAPTER 2 ; EXECUTION

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END OF CHAPTER 2 - WEEK 232 Narrators Remain ;

It's execution day, naughty murder children.

Breakfast is served in the dining hall, all the better to fortify you for what is to come. Wherever you might wander in the castle, you will find yourself drawn to the foyer when the clock strikes not twelve, but ten.

In the distance, there is the sound of clanking armor. Sandalphon appears, flanked on either side by suits of armor, escorting him to his punishment. His expression is one of grim acceptance, and he takes each step toward the door without faltering.

A moment later, the Dragon appears on the foyer's staircase. Her hand trails down the banister as she descends, and she takes her place at the head of the group, standing in front of what appears to be a wall.

"Come," she says. "The execution awaits."

You blink, and then it's there — a door leading to the outside. The Dragon steps through it. You have no choice but to follow.

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[ Following the execution of Sandalphon, everyone will be led to the grand foyer. The ornate clock opens beneath the face, revealing a compartment in which a large glass container is unveiled to the eyes of everyone present. Two spouts lead from the interiors of the clock into the glass container. From one side comes a stream of purple ink and from the other, twice as much crimson ink. Once the stream of purple ink stops, there is a pause - and then a stream of gold ink comes from the same spout, in the same amount as the purple. When all three colors mix into the container, it appears to be black. The Dragon watches the ceremony with the ceremony with reverence and sadness alike.

Ion will find himself overcome with a sudden burning sensation. Many phantom feelings pass him all at the same time: his feet undergo a sensation like they're being ignited with flame, his heart is going to be pulled out of his chests, and there is the faintest feeling as though a blade is cutting across their necks - the roulette wheel spins for how his death is going to be carried out as partnerless until—

It stops.

He feels perfectly fine, like everything is slotting back into place. In front of him, the ground cracks open - a hand, caked in dirt, emerges from the earth, and as Natsuo fights his way back to the surface, a flicker of red string is seen connecting the two of them before it is gone - almost a trick of the light.

The Dragon, having surveyed over everything hums a soft note, for once sounding.... pleased. ]

... they came through for you. [ She turns back to the rest of the Narrators and announces. ] Natsuo has returned from the grave, and your partnerless have been spared.

[ There is a pause - if the Narrators were expecting to receive tokens for the Wishing Well, they'll be disappointed; no such thing happens. Instead, she speaks to dismiss them. ]

You may take your leave.

[ The Dragon will remain for questions. ]

END OF CHAPTER 2 ; EXECUTION

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