There was an unknown man in golden armor who stood before Anemone. His black hair flowed in the wind, and he faced off against a hooded stranger in black robes. What caught her eye most was the gleaming gold that contrasted with the surrounding world. Everything was muted colors. Only his golden armor remained vibrant. Looking at his face, he was the same golden stranger from one of her earlier dreams. She stood by his side as he roamed the land in search of something… something she had no recollection. The man in gold struck at the robed stranger, revealing a white mask for only a split second. However, his opponent was too fast. He popped in and out of sight like a phantom.
Anemone raised her arms, and her throat vibrated. No words left her mouth. Instead, those vibrations became incoherent sounds. Sounds that scratched at her ears like nails across a board. As the noise calmed, the rattling of chains replaced the ear-piercing sound. Then, energy flowed from her body, into her chest, and through her hands. Strange dark rifts revealed themselves before her. They were amorphous clumps of blotted darkness that oozed in the air. Quickly, Anemone summoned chains from a magic circle that appeared from behind her. Those chains ripped through the air, penetrating the dark rifts. Each one was a bottomless pit that stretched into a frigid oblivion. Dozens of her chains slithered through the darkness of the cold abyss in searching (for something). Through the chains, she could feel the emptiness from within the rifts.
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Even as the void sent pulsing shocks down those chains through her fingertips, she did not flinch. Soon, Anemone could feel a chain wrapping itself around something. The moment something jerked back, her left hand snapped closed, just like the jaws of a dorsalis plant. As Anemone pulled her left arm in, she reeled in what was beyond like a fish. Her right hand stayed up, stretched wide. Instantly, another void appeared before her, revealing that foe from earlier. A hidden mask arose from under that black hood out of the new dark rift. This time, she had a clear view of what was on that mask, an amorphous fog-shaped blot.
As her fingers gripped the robed stranger by their mask, she yanked them from the abyss and swung them around with all her might. Anemone slammed them into the ground, forcing the earth to rupture and rumble beneath her. A crack appeared across the mask from the pressure of the blow, but before Anemone could rip it off their face, black flames obscured her vision.
