What Rey is preparing for isn't magical by her world's standards. It also isn't something that can be done by a normal human or with the aid of modern science. She has never seen anyone or anything naturally produce this substance the same way her vessels have.
When she's finishes, she realizes that Sans is still here. Something in her mannerisms change with every passing second. A demeanor which she usually keeps buried under monotones and a robotic disposition.
"I was inspired," she says, devoid of the emotionless tone that she normally possesses. "There was this song that my brother really liked. He used to hum it, but I rarely ever heard the words. I know that it's an old song, though."
As she speaks, she finishes making the circle out of the black liquid secreting from her hand.
Stopping at the center, she cants her head at the approaching herd behind the black line. She squints. "How did those lyrics go...?"
Her eyes shut and she starts humming herself, remembering her brother's voice. The undead corpses touch the barrier.
"Mmmmmm, 'but the fire went wild.'"
With that, a wall erupts around them with a burst of flame. The wave of the heat sends the wrinkles of her clothes rippling and her hair flicking as the intense rise in temperature is immediate.
Eyes still shut, Rey waves a hand, allowing the flames to bend to her whim as she continues to sing in a hushed timbre: "I fell in to a burning ring of fire--" She flicks a wrist, as though conducting a symphony. Instead, the bodies walking through the wall of flames erupt upon crossing the border. Or perish trying to. Barely visible ripples in the air swing and throw them to the ground with an unseen force. "'I went down, down, down, and the flames went higher...'"
More bodies collapse to the street with the weight comparable to anvils falling on their backs. Left to burn furiously before they're even able to pass the wall.
"'And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire...'"
One by one and in droves, the flaming corpses collapse. Some while trying to pass the fiery barrier. Others explode with one final pulse of heat, throwing them back with a monstrous energy as what's left of their insides turn to hot mush. Including their brains, converted into soup in their skulls.
All the while the inner circle remains a perfect sanctuary from the oppressive heat. Sure, one may feel like they're being cooked inside a dutch oven, but at least they wouldn't be dead.
In a final flare eliminating the remaining numbers, Rey finally opens her eyes to witness the damage she's done. "'The ring of fire.'"
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When she's finishes, she realizes that Sans is still here. Something in her mannerisms change with every passing second. A demeanor which she usually keeps buried under monotones and a robotic disposition.
"I was inspired," she says, devoid of the emotionless tone that she normally possesses. "There was this song that my brother really liked. He used to hum it, but I rarely ever heard the words. I know that it's an old song, though."
As she speaks, she finishes making the circle out of the black liquid secreting from her hand.
Stopping at the center, she cants her head at the approaching herd behind the black line. She squints. "How did those lyrics go...?"
Her eyes shut and she starts humming herself, remembering her brother's voice. The undead corpses touch the barrier.
"Mmmmmm, 'but the fire went wild.'"
With that, a wall erupts around them with a burst of flame. The wave of the heat sends the wrinkles of her clothes rippling and her hair flicking as the intense rise in temperature is immediate.
Eyes still shut, Rey waves a hand, allowing the flames to bend to her whim as she continues to sing in a hushed timbre: "I fell in to a burning ring of fire--" She flicks a wrist, as though conducting a symphony. Instead, the bodies walking through the wall of flames erupt upon crossing the border. Or perish trying to. Barely visible ripples in the air swing and throw them to the ground with an unseen force. "'I went down, down, down, and the flames went higher...'"
More bodies collapse to the street with the weight comparable to anvils falling on their backs. Left to burn furiously before they're even able to pass the wall.
"'And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire...'"
One by one and in droves, the flaming corpses collapse. Some while trying to pass the fiery barrier. Others explode with one final pulse of heat, throwing them back with a monstrous energy as what's left of their insides turn to hot mush. Including their brains, converted into soup in their skulls.
All the while the inner circle remains a perfect sanctuary from the oppressive heat. Sure, one may feel like they're being cooked inside a dutch oven, but at least they wouldn't be dead.
In a final flare eliminating the remaining numbers, Rey finally opens her eyes to witness the damage she's done. "'The ring of fire.'"