[Even if Dante couldn't see the change to the islands, he'd still be able to feel it.
It's the first hint that something's wrong, a sensation that prickles at the base of his scalp and then makes its way up and over, following his shoulders and arms and then to his torso until his entire body feels wrong, slightly out-of-sync with the rest of the world. It's like he's tuning in to something only he can hear, and it sets Dante on edge as he looks out the window of his bedroom.]
Whoa--what is that?
[Outside the sky is dark, an inky purple-black that seems to be encroaching over the city. Dante swears, racing for the door, but by the time he's gotten outside the landscape has changed, and it's sand he steps into when he runs out the door of his apartment building, gritty sand that gives beneath his feet.]
What is this?!
[There's some sort of orb above him, dark and pulsing and glowing like an ember in its center. It seems to have a gravity of its own, a slight pull that's making the trees bend and sway, filling the air with the sound of leaves swishing. Everything is dark, dark, and to Dante's horror, there are shadows crawling toward him along the beach, pressed flat against the ground until they reach him and begin to rise up and take shape, shadows with glowing yellow eyes.
What does he do? Is he supposed to fight these things?!]
noctis; where everything we talked about is gone
It's the first hint that something's wrong, a sensation that prickles at the base of his scalp and then makes its way up and over, following his shoulders and arms and then to his torso until his entire body feels wrong, slightly out-of-sync with the rest of the world. It's like he's tuning in to something only he can hear, and it sets Dante on edge as he looks out the window of his bedroom.]
Whoa--what is that?
[Outside the sky is dark, an inky purple-black that seems to be encroaching over the city. Dante swears, racing for the door, but by the time he's gotten outside the landscape has changed, and it's sand he steps into when he runs out the door of his apartment building, gritty sand that gives beneath his feet.]
What is this?!
[There's some sort of orb above him, dark and pulsing and glowing like an ember in its center. It seems to have a gravity of its own, a slight pull that's making the trees bend and sway, filling the air with the sound of leaves swishing. Everything is dark, dark, and to Dante's horror, there are shadows crawling toward him along the beach, pressed flat against the ground until they reach him and begin to rise up and take shape, shadows with glowing yellow eyes.
What does he do? Is he supposed to fight these things?!]