Terrifying doesn't even come close to describing what he's witnessing; it's unsettling, horrific, absolutely bone-chilling. Sizhui can feel the blood in his veins run cold and despite everything he's been taught, how to handle himself in this sort of situation, he wavers, takes a partial step back and swallows hard, his fingers tightening on the hilt of his sword.
It feels like he can't move, like breathing hurts, and if he weren't stunned into motionlessness, he would've reached into his robes, removed a signal flare and sent it off to warn his fellow disciples to come to his aid.
When the demon speaks, it's like a vice has seized his lungs, compressing them tight, tighter, squeezing all the air out in a slow, shaking breath. Run, run, run! His mind is screaming, warning him to get away while there's still a chance and warn everyone about what he's caught in the spirit net, yet he bravely (stupidly?) stands firm in the face of his fear.
“If—” his voice is a whisper, borderlining on inaudible, even, so he takes a couple of seconds to steel himself, to remember to breathe, and then he continues, “If you need to ask such a question, you haven't seen yourself.”
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It feels like he can't move, like breathing hurts, and if he weren't stunned into motionlessness, he would've reached into his robes, removed a signal flare and sent it off to warn his fellow disciples to come to his aid.
When the demon speaks, it's like a vice has seized his lungs, compressing them tight, tighter, squeezing all the air out in a slow, shaking breath. Run, run, run! His mind is screaming, warning him to get away while there's still a chance and warn everyone about what he's caught in the spirit net, yet he bravely (stupidly?) stands firm in the face of his fear.
“If—” his voice is a whisper, borderlining on inaudible, even, so he takes a couple of seconds to steel himself, to remember to breathe, and then he continues, “If you need to ask such a question, you haven't seen yourself.”