𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 {𝕞•𝕜﹠ 𝕝•𝕗} ➣ ❘ [𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓𝕶𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

·˚𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙫𝙞 ༘༄ ꒰𝘉𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵꒱ؘ*ੈ✩

•°.✩.°•

Marc snapped his eyes open and looked down to see clutching Harrow as he pressed his staff to his forehead with his other hand. Confused, he dropped Harrow to the ground, tossing the staff aside.

"That wasn't you, was it, Steven?" Marc muttered.

The suit shifted into the white formals and Steven said, "Not a chance, mate,"

The suits changed back; Marc looked at the corpses of Harrow's men around him, all dead and unmoving.

"Marc?" 

"Yeah,"

Layla was on the ground next to you, her hand on your back as she helped you sit up, "What the hell was that?" she eyed him in bewilderment.

"What happened?" you looked from one to another cluelessly.

"I blacked out," Marc replied.

Elodie freed herself from the crescent blade that trapped her wrist, "You certainly did not," she blinked rapidly.

You all looked up to see Ammit strike Heka away with his staff while she used Khonshu's to pin the moon god to the ground with one hand.

"Get Harrow," Layla told Marc as she helped you up to your feet, "Elodie and I know how to stop Ammit,"

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. ☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"The power of this room will help us bind Ammit to Harrow's body," Elodie commented. Marc tossed Harrow's body on the raised platform in between.

"Quick, grab our hands so we can start the spell," Layla instructed and you, Marc and Elodie joined hands. A string of purple energy joined from one end to another, connecting you all in a circle with Harrow's body on the podium in the middle.

You began chanting the spell along with Layla and Elodie

Ammit realized what was happening, dread settling within her as she did so, "We could've made this our paradise!" she exclaimed.

"It's too late, Ammit. You will be destroyed," Khonshu responded.

The Goddess reached out to either of them, jaws snapping in rage as she was disintegrated into a storm of purple hue.

Harrow's body writhed about as the hurricane of purple plummeted into him. When it was all done, his eyes flashed, "You can never contain me," Ammit growled through Harrow, "I'll never stop,"

"Finish it, and leave neither of them alive," Khonshu commanded, "While he lives, so too does she,"

Marc climbed over the podium and pulled out a crescent blade, pulling it back to strike, "I have to finish this. If not, I'll never be free," he mumbled.

Sighing to yourself, you flicked your hand to the side and summoned a large cerulean sword.

"Marc! Y/N!" Layla called out, stopping you both, "You have a choice. You are free,"

"It's your call," Elodie nodded encouragingly at her words, shooting a dirty look at Heka.

"The choice is vengeance," Khonshu pressed, "We cannot take the chance that Ammit finds a way out,"

"She will kill again," Heka insisted, "And she won't stop,"

You shook your head at the God of Magic, "Ironic 'cause you sound just like her,"

"You want them dead," Marc hurled the crescent blade aside, "Do it yourself. Now, release us,"

Heka and Khonshu exchanged a look with each other before they turned to you both and nodded in sync in resignation, "As you wish,"

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. ☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───