[ hani tosses their drink back and smoothly switches it out for their weapon. withdrawing all these digital drinks has taught them the very handy skill of quick-swapping items. a dramatic flourish before they point their rod at the wyrm. ]

Gan Rom!

[ a flurry of rocks to stop the second wyrm in its tracks. ]

But the choice was ours to come here, was it not? [ hm, do they have enough SP to cast another one? sure do! gan rom, gan rom! maybe one more. bam bam! ] So in the end, both sides are doomed to these interlocked cycles. We take away hope even knowing they're trapped in a hopeless fate.

[ maybe hani is beginning to care about these creatures, a little. it won't stop them from throwing out more spells to defend justy and winter, however. ]

Where, then, does one find hope in this world? Are we supposed to choose to grant it? Is that our place?