[ Pyrrha opens her mouth to reply, an answer that would have been affirming if not enthusiastic...
A sudden swell of apprehension at the base of her spine stops her short, nerves at an unpleasant standstill. Behind them - no, ahead of them, or maybe above their heads - there's a slow, faint scuffling. The darkness seems encroaching and unkind in a way that it hadn't before, folding in on them malignantly.
They've made it to Phase III.
Realising, belatedly, that she had been holding her breath, Pyrrha lets it out as silently as she can. Looking over at Soleil, brow and shoulders taut, she asks, ]
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A sudden swell of apprehension at the base of her spine stops her short, nerves at an unpleasant standstill. Behind them - no, ahead of them, or maybe above their heads - there's a slow, faint scuffling. The darkness seems encroaching and unkind in a way that it hadn't before, folding in on them malignantly.
They've made it to Phase III.
Realising, belatedly, that she had been holding her breath, Pyrrha lets it out as silently as she can. Looking over at Soleil, brow and shoulders taut, she asks, ]
Do you feel that?