>>5331986Through the rushing and roaring of waves of water you heard what you at first thought was nothing more than an echo, sounds resounding out from the knight classes. However as the noise persists it only increases in volume, digging, wiggling it's slimy way further into the barrows of your brain. As you and the Maxima sprint on, it grows so bad that you slow to a halt while searching for the source. Looking around, as Nineteen stops at your side he speaks. "I hear it too…" His voice was afraid. Those words were enough to pull aside your own assumptions. What you had convinced yourself was nothing more than a fizzle of excess static from pressure dampeners or the crackle on crushed debris under your feet.
In the lull of the motion and commotion you recognize it clearly. In the silence it is clear as day. The sun in the night. Murmuring. Not from the Exterior. Low and fearful. Hushed and chattering. You made out the odd word against the cacophony of countless voices. Wait. Mother. Home. Run. Here. Coming. Death. Life. Deimos. Phobos. The voices were inside the core. From below, above and every side. You start moving again. To escape it, to hide, you had yet to decide. The shadows breathe and weave growing darker around you. Nineteen was on your heels, his comms open. He wasn't speaking, simply breathing hard. Just as ragged as your own. Knowing he was near eased the dark aura, that didn't last long.
Your breath catches in your throat, invisible claws rending deep furrows through your esophagus. Your eyes locking on twitching figures. It was no misbent light, no trick of the eye. Figures watch out, peeking from behind demolished windows or empty doorways. As you try to focus on them, observers snapping in to enhance the bodies you find nothing but the dreaming shade. Endless and waiting. The continues, as you see one it retreats from view.
