Holy Blood: Act Two – Red Sun, Pale Fire
Drakengard
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Fleeing
She looked back, her blood red eyes wide, her breath rattling. Nowe turned, saw nothing, and looked with concern at Manah. She looked like a frightened rabbit, paralysed before the eagle's talons! He had never seen her so scared, not since she had fist seen Caim again in the City of Rust, so many years ago. He pulled her arm, trying to get her to move. Even he could feel it, the rage of the Goddess, and he wasn't even the one that immeasurable anger was levelled at! He felt it as faint warmth, like a distant fire. Nowe shuddered to think what Manah experienced it as. But they had done the right thing by breaking the Seals. Now they knew a way to defeat the Gods, once and for all, and no longer would anyone need to be sealed. Surely, if they only explained it to the Goddess, she would understand, and even help them. He tugged on Manah's sleeve again, and she turned to look at him at last. Her eyes were still frightened, but she seemed to be able to think again.
"I'm sorry…It's just that…She is so angry, and her voice is so loud…She can make me hear her, no matter where I go to escape her. But we are doing the right thing. We can defeat the Gods."
Nowe heard the unspoken doubts, the bottomless pit of fear that resided deep in her thoughts, and he wanted nothing more than to comfort her. But he knew they hadn't the time; the Goddess was even now aiming, arrow true, for them, and they had much to do before she found them.
They carried on running, trying to outpace the coming fire.