Chapter 72: Arc 2, - 50: A Hollow Breath
'What, what's going on...' Jotou spoke but her lips did not move.
"Jotou!" a muffled sound to her left; Fumeko?
"Careful!" Hotaru's yell following behind. Probably holding Fumeko back from what Jotou's eyes could tell...
In front of her was blurry visage of the figure she was fighting, glowing yellow eyes, nearly beaming into her soul...
"AH! So many more! What's wrong with Jotou!?" Asobi's voice rang in one ear, noticing several swishes across her vision from blues and greens, to reds; like little specs across her faded eyes...
What was wrong? Nothing could be wrong, right? She was... she was winning. Why was the figure moving closer... Why was the sound all around muffled to mere vibrations.
Her hands were shivering, but they were not cold... Cold, why could she not feel cold? Why could she not feel her hands shaking? Why could she not feel... anything?
She could sense her body was getting lower based on the approaching figure, limping as he moved forward. A subtle voice in her head, like a hushing wind. 'Kneel... Fall before us... Serve... Vessel may you serve...'
Jotou could not move her neck. What was around her, what was happening to her legs? Her gaze was caught on the approaching figure who halted at his steps. He raised one hand, beckoning the blonde over.
'Go... Time to go...' All Jotou could feel was bits of her hair drifting and pupils moving in their sockets. The strands of hair going over her forehead, but even then she could feel only the hair and not her own face... Like she felt no skin, floating in a void.
The eyes stared at his summon... Slowly her vision grew cloudy. The sides of her eyes like snowflakes were taking over; like silver spider legs, crawling to centre in on her irises.