[Even if the rings did work, she was not going to take the chance that they didn't. Every second is precious right now because she can hear Garuda's voice in her head as she skims over the water, trying to gain enough momentum and strength that she can climb.
Faster. Faster. Faster.
But then, another voice drowns out the harpy. No, not even drowns out—devours it completely. It feels like the voice scrapes over her inside and out.
Drown.
Benedikta screams when the air trembles around them, her wings faltering as they desperately try to carry them, and her hold on Cid slips. All she can hear is the sound of rushing water before she feels it—the splash of it, cold all over her body, as the rumbling rips the wind out from under her wings and her breath from her lungs—]
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Faster. Faster. Faster.
But then, another voice drowns out the harpy. No, not even drowns out—devours it completely. It feels like the voice scrapes over her inside and out.
Drown.
Benedikta screams when the air trembles around them, her wings faltering as they desperately try to carry them, and her hold on Cid slips. All she can hear is the sound of rushing water before she feels it—the splash of it, cold all over her body, as the rumbling rips the wind out from under her wings and her breath from her lungs—]
Cidolfus!
[—and she and Cid fall into the ocean.]