"Yes!" Devero crows as the illusion just vanishes. "Yes, finally!" He might even have fistpumped were not both his hands occupied.
Now he can really see what's going on. He can see the engulfing, choking cloud of red stuff under his hands. This is it-- this has been their enemy all along. He has no idea what it is, what's controlling it, or why it's doing what it's doing. All he knows is that there's something down inside, under the amorphous miasma. He can feel it. "Kaiba, I think you're right," he calls over his shoulder. He raises his voice so his next words boom and carry. "There's something underneath! We have to reach it!"
And he, for one, isn't going to wait for 'slowly but surely'. He twists his hands from flat against the bark to flat and held perpendicular, his fingers stiff and rigid like his hands are blades.
Now he's imagining a scalpel limned in blue, descending to excise infected flesh. Putting his back and shoulders into it, he tries to slice his hands through the red mass to whatever lies smothered beneath.
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Now he can really see what's going on. He can see the engulfing, choking cloud of red stuff under his hands. This is it-- this has been their enemy all along. He has no idea what it is, what's controlling it, or why it's doing what it's doing. All he knows is that there's something down inside, under the amorphous miasma. He can feel it. "Kaiba, I think you're right," he calls over his shoulder. He raises his voice so his next words boom and carry. "There's something underneath! We have to reach it!"
And he, for one, isn't going to wait for 'slowly but surely'. He twists his hands from flat against the bark to flat and held perpendicular, his fingers stiff and rigid like his hands are blades.
Now he's imagining a scalpel limned in blue, descending to excise infected flesh. Putting his back and shoulders into it, he tries to slice his hands through the red mass to whatever lies smothered beneath.