The blade hums low and sweet with the sheer power radiating from it, drowning out every other noise. The air trembles with with the sound. The dark smoke thickens like a sheath around the sword, and then --
And then the sound changes.
It is not a monotonous bone-rattling hum, but a melody that wicks the energy from the blade as soon as it forms, pulling it toward Lan Wangji. The black cloud wraps around him like a shield, an embrace; within seconds it blots him entirely from view.
Lan Zhan. Hold on.
The music arcs higher to a piercing clarion call, grabbing hold of this living being who should not be wandering the world of ghosts.
When it cuts out, and the smoke abruptly collapses into nothing, Lan Wangji is gone.
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Date: 2020-10-18 07:49 pm (UTC)And then the sound changes.
It is not a monotonous bone-rattling hum, but a melody that wicks the energy from the blade as soon as it forms, pulling it toward Lan Wangji. The black cloud wraps around him like a shield, an embrace; within seconds it blots him entirely from view.
Lan Zhan. Hold on.
The music arcs higher to a piercing clarion call, grabbing hold of this living being who should not be wandering the world of ghosts.
When it cuts out, and the smoke abruptly collapses into nothing, Lan Wangji is gone.