[Of course it's that sword. And it shoots through the nightmare of Ardyn like a knife through butter (as shot from a cannon), causing him to burst into a spray of mist. Silver mist, not black, perhaps thankfully.
For Izunia, though, this doesn't make the entire thing any less dreamlike. The blade embeds itself in a tree not five feet from him (good job, Yuuri), gleaming red and silver.
He's not frozen anymore. But still, as though in a dream, he reaches out, running his hands over the weapon in a motion that's very nearly a caress, before he suddenly tightens his grip and yanks it free.
And then he just... holds it, finally lifting his eyes to look at her clearly.]
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For Izunia, though, this doesn't make the entire thing any less dreamlike. The blade embeds itself in a tree not five feet from him (good job, Yuuri), gleaming red and silver.
He's not frozen anymore. But still, as though in a dream, he reaches out, running his hands over the weapon in a motion that's very nearly a caress, before he suddenly tightens his grip and yanks it free.
And then he just... holds it, finally lifting his eyes to look at her clearly.]