misplaced, forgotten and completely dangerous ; the spyrix had
belonged to professor haus once, but like most of the man’s belongings, they’d
been discarded after he’d passed away —— all of them but this, the device that
sucked the very life from spirits. truthfully, if he’d known it was there, in a box
amongst books and old notes from the professor, he would’ve gotten rid of it.he didn’t expect to walk into the lab and see someone standing close to what
he now recognized as a spyrix. and the last time someone had been that close
to one, an explosion had immediately followed after.
’ get back ! get away from it ! ‘
quick steps took him forward, just to grab hold of the boy’s arm to pull him back,
away from the device, and just in time to prevent injury when the sparks
increased and the spyrix exploded.
Emil’s mouth opened in surprise once
he’d been grabbed, voice suffocated with
instruction and he followed, fumbling
feet tripping over themselves. Summon
spirit’s oculars turning behind, the blast
creating a rippled feeling through
shoulders, shuddering quietly. It had felt
so … so …
Dust and burnt papers in the air floating
down to the ground while his body slowly
quivered, legs giving way, emerald hues
so wide, it could have been taken for
shock. To those who did not have a
stomach for such things, it would not be
such a surprise, yet that is not what made
him shake. Bones feel like they became
nonexistent.

“W-what…” it came out near a gasp, mouth agape
for what he did not understand. “What…was th-
that…"
What did it do? Why did it hurt him? Why
did he desire to become closer to it
despite a boiling feeling of anxiety which
encompassed his stomach all the while?
Another shudder–
{ Too close, too close, too close, too close– }
The mantra refused to leave his head,
shaking fingers going to wrap around ears.