Not identical to the thorns she barricaded her demesne with, but unnervingly similar. Like oversized rosebushes, but dead and leafless. The sight of it left a bad taste in his mouth, and he pressed his lips together in a thin, displeased line as he dismissed his own illusion with a flick of the wrist that was more for show than necessity.
"I hope this is wholly unrelated to the last time I saw similar thorns. If I know that witch half as well as I think I do, she would take...unkindly to having been trapped as we are."
...Even so, he couldn't help a faint sense of awe, and even of twisted nostalgia, at seeing such a masterful illusion. Zexion had been capable of such feats, and greater still, with the same ease with which Even could analyze the flow of the magical energy in front of him. The boy had a true gift for the craft, and yet now Ienzo denied himself the calling of the arcane. It was a painful shame, and the thought of how poorly Ienzo would take to such a display brought a pang of grief to the Nobody's half-formed heart.
"I must take a moment, however, to compliment your craftsmanship. What appears to be a solid magical construction of this scale and level of detail, woven from naught but threads of shadow, speaks of incredible talent."
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Date: 2024-01-21 09:12 am (UTC)"I hope this is wholly unrelated to the last time I saw similar thorns. If I know that witch half as well as I think I do, she would take...unkindly to having been trapped as we are."
...Even so, he couldn't help a faint sense of awe, and even of twisted nostalgia, at seeing such a masterful illusion. Zexion had been capable of such feats, and greater still, with the same ease with which Even could analyze the flow of the magical energy in front of him. The boy had a true gift for the craft, and yet now Ienzo denied himself the calling of the arcane. It was a painful shame, and the thought of how poorly Ienzo would take to such a display brought a pang of grief to the Nobody's half-formed heart.
"I must take a moment, however, to compliment your craftsmanship. What appears to be a solid magical construction of this scale and level of detail, woven from naught but threads of shadow, speaks of incredible talent."