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{💮} I can't help but feel... a little useless? I really haven't been able to help much in this whole ordeal...
// i wrote all of those while listening to this btw check it out its really good
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And finally, the conductor himself— The Blue Reverberation, Argalia. A distortion that views distorting as a blessing, and wishes to gift it to the rest of the City.
His speed and agility renders any ranged attack entirely useless, his scythe capable of tearing through space like a hot knife through butter. Once he hits someone, the impact will linger, reverberating through their body. And with these vibrations, his attacks grow stronger.
The cello, The Crying Children, Philip. A distortion born from the wish to perceive nothing, to simply just cry in sorrow, and ultimately— Emptiness.
What's most dangerous about him is his capability to grow stronger the longer a fight goes on. His passion grows in the heat of the battle, and he is able to call upon a wing similar to his E.G.O, intensifying his flames even further.
The harp, The Church of Gears, Eileen. A distortion born of the beliefs that they are nothing but gears in a machine, letting themselves follow a supposed 'flow' they cannot defy.
Eileen's assortment of 'Thought Gears' in her head allows her to reliably think and react in impossibly short amounts of time, akin to The Eye of Odin. Her position as a cult leader makes engaging in combat against her while she has worshippers around dangerous—










