The leather and steel bangle lights right up under Aristotle's fingers. He has just enough time to slip it off Pocket's wrist before a deafening roar — the flames, the shadowy tentacles, the crashing shelves and screaming cultists — signals the start of the memory, once more.
"You've gotta go!" Pocket shouts over the bedlam, offering her hand again.
Just as their fingers lace, a whippy tendril grasps Pocket's midsection.
"Tinkerbell!" El shouts, but there's nothing he can do. Pocket squeezes his hand as she's wrenched away. El makes to leap, but the floor disappears beneath him and he falls, sent away from this hell by Pocket.
The whole scene bends strangely, sudden vertigo, the only thing left solid is that hole Pocket made in the ground. Here, it looks back into the Sorting Path.
[MEMORY COMPLETE! You have found the linchpin and defeated the NPC. Get back to the Sorting Path and keep going!]
MEMORY: An Eye for An Eye
"You've gotta go!" Pocket shouts over the bedlam, offering her hand again.
Just as their fingers lace, a whippy tendril grasps Pocket's midsection.
"Tinkerbell!" El shouts, but there's nothing he can do. Pocket squeezes his hand as she's wrenched away. El makes to leap, but the floor disappears beneath him and he falls, sent away from this hell by Pocket.
The whole scene bends strangely, sudden vertigo, the only thing left solid is that hole Pocket made in the ground. Here, it looks back into the Sorting Path.
[MEMORY COMPLETE! You have found the linchpin and defeated the NPC. Get back to the Sorting Path and keep going!]