It's not a delusion, because other members of the group assigned to deal with this glance at each other at the sound. But they don't freeze the way you freeze. They don't know that sound.
You, for your part, aren't fool enough to want to go anywhere near where Chenqing's melodies are tracing lazily in the air. Not when Alternia already has problems with the undead in the sun. You've fought them, every jadeblood has, but wild packs of shambling undead against the possibility of a genuine fierce corpse combat force, commanded by Wei Wuxian's flute?
Yeah, you really don't want to take your chances.
But you can't say shit, because you're the youngest here and generally the weakest - in the absence of different blood colors, brooding cavern society runs on seniority - so you just shuffle along at the back of the increasingly nervous group. The flute music has stopped, for now.
You try to convince yourself you imagined it. You imagine, also, that this conviction will last long enough for other members of your group to start getting picked off like it's a horror movie. You can only imagine that as a troll, Wei Wuxian will lean towards his worst self between Sunshot and his death, especially with all the resentful energy in the very air of the planet.
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You hear a flute.
It's not a delusion, because other members of the group assigned to deal with this glance at each other at the sound. But they don't freeze the way you freeze. They don't know that sound.
You, for your part, aren't fool enough to want to go anywhere near where Chenqing's melodies are tracing lazily in the air. Not when Alternia already has problems with the undead in the sun. You've fought them, every jadeblood has, but wild packs of shambling undead against the possibility of a genuine fierce corpse combat force, commanded by Wei Wuxian's flute?
Yeah, you really don't want to take your chances.
But you can't say shit, because you're the youngest here and generally the weakest - in the absence of different blood colors, brooding cavern society runs on seniority - so you just shuffle along at the back of the increasingly nervous group. The flute music has stopped, for now.
You try to convince yourself you imagined it. You imagine, also, that this conviction will last long enough for other members of your group to start getting picked off like it's a horror movie. You can only imagine that as a troll, Wei Wuxian will lean towards his worst self between Sunshot and his death, especially with all the resentful energy in the very air of the planet.
You wonder how fast you'll be able to surrender.