No Longer Human (VIII)
Even with the sloshing footsteps of whatever existed beyond the broken wall echoing ominously, closer and closer, the silver-haired man remained slow and methodical in retrieving the all-powerful parchment from its case.
'I need complete focus when handling the Script. Any strong enough desires, any intrusive thoughts—all of that can be interpreted by the Script if I'm not careful,' he thought.
The air itself changed with the removal of the precious paper from its case. Between his fingertips, he held it up, slowly exhaling through his lips.
It was at that same moment that the fantastical scrap was hoisted up that the nebulous presence revealed itself, stepping through the hole in the wall. Abyssal tendrils latched onto the steel threshold, extending and contorting as the monstrous figure stomped down.
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