[The room begins to deconstruct. It begins to crumble, Medb's vision grows dim and the fiery pits below bubble angrily as both monster and Childe disappear into a chasm below with a sickening sizzle.
Tartaglia Childe is dead.
Medb's parasol breaks, and the platform she stands on begins to fall.
The parasol holds on just long enough to retain the shape of a true parasol, broken sword fanning out enough to let her drift across the open ground and rocky islands. As it breaks in her hand, she finds herself stumbling in through the conference room.
The conference room goes dark as the lights go out, the white execution room flashing before going black as the conference room lights up once more.
...but the door is still there. The Avatars remain seated at the table, and for a long moment of silence, there's nothing. The door wavers as if deciding if it should seal itself or not...
...and soon a small splash of lava flows into the room, carrying the body of Childe with it.]
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Tartaglia Childe is dead.
Medb's parasol breaks, and the platform she stands on begins to fall.
The parasol holds on just long enough to retain the shape of a true parasol, broken sword fanning out enough to let her drift across the open ground and rocky islands. As it breaks in her hand, she finds herself stumbling in through the conference room.
The conference room goes dark as the lights go out, the white execution room flashing before going black as the conference room lights up once more.
...but the door is still there. The Avatars remain seated at the table, and for a long moment of silence, there's nothing. The door wavers as if deciding if it should seal itself or not...
...and soon a small splash of lava flows into the room, carrying the body of Childe with it.]