[Endgame: rise or DROWN]

[warpweft]

[How long have you been exploring Nessa's palace now? You've met her family, viewed her memories, learned how to fight as a witch and tried to find the source of her power and the Treasure of her palace: the Voidheart. And along the way, you've tired your best, with mixed success, to avoid the incarnation of her eldest cousin and the representation of her trauma and fear, the Nightmare of Esmau.]

[Wherever you are in the Palace right now, you feel the ground briefly shake under your feet. Little shakes here and there haven't been out of the ordinary - Esmau is trying to blow the place down to the studs, after all. But that felt different. That felt....worse.]

[Your phone beeps as you receive a message.]

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[DROWN] @sprezzatura [DROWN]

[voidhearts]

[You awaken to the smell of burning paper. It finishes waking you up with a jolt.

You're surrounded by fire. Worse, surrounded by books on fire. Books you recognize. Spellbooks, biographies, collected works, tomes of all kinds. They're all vanishing into ash before your eyes.

This is Teaferth, your school. And it's burning to the ground. Others are trying to extinguish it. They burn too. You try to extinguish it. The flames don't go out, no matter how hard you try. The headmistress, burning in her attempt to extinguish the flames, accuses you of setting the blaze. You look up and see the flames stretching up infinitely, twisting in every direction in ways that don't make sense. An infinite amount of knowledge drowning in an infinite amount of fire.

You hear a low, coarse laugh in a familiar voice.

Sat upon a throne of charred books is... ... ...

You.

But you, with a sadistic glint in your eyes. You with sharp tusks protruding from your mouth. You with an extra eye on your chest, baring down on you. Those tusked teeth shape into an ugly grin, preening with pleasure at the situation you've found yourself in.

The flames finally find you. Starting at your feet and crawling upwards. Burning you away.

Burning you away, until she's all that's left.

DROWN.]

Re: [DROWN] @sprezzatura [DROWN]

[velluminous]

[ this is how Sprezzatura Vaux burns: screaming until her vocal cords cook ]

N...No. Nononono... No! No!! No! Please, not again! NO! PLEASE!

NO!!!!!!