[no amount of pressure gives more than a brighter gleam to the barrier, though it - like everything else here - reacts more vigorously to his touch than may seem natural. after all, its familiarity to him has a deeper meaning than he yet knows.
but as Dohalim speaks, there's a change. a charge in the air, as if listening intently. will he remember? after so long, it's hard to be sure. but... the name comes to his lips, unwavering but sure. the spell's undoing, simple as it is. too simple, except... this name is unnatural to the history of Renans and Dahnans both. here and now, perhaps he's the only one who could have truly spoken it.
regardless, cracks radiate out from his hand where it presses against the barrier, encircling it until the whole thing shatters. it's not nearly as destructive or dangerous as it might sound, just that seal bursting into light. and, in its fading light, the body behind it starts to shift and move. slowly, like waking from a long sleep.]
... Mm...
[his breathing starts to regulate, shifting as sense returns slowly to his mind. brows furrow and lashes flutter, slowly cracking open. everything feels... achy, sore. when golden eyes manage to focus on Dohalim just a little, there's a slow, warm smile that draws across his face.]
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but as Dohalim speaks, there's a change. a charge in the air, as if listening intently. will he remember? after so long, it's hard to be sure. but... the name comes to his lips, unwavering but sure. the spell's undoing, simple as it is. too simple, except... this name is unnatural to the history of Renans and Dahnans both. here and now, perhaps he's the only one who could have truly spoken it.
regardless, cracks radiate out from his hand where it presses against the barrier, encircling it until the whole thing shatters. it's not nearly as destructive or dangerous as it might sound, just that seal bursting into light. and, in its fading light, the body behind it starts to shift and move. slowly, like waking from a long sleep.]
... Mm...
[his breathing starts to regulate, shifting as sense returns slowly to his mind. brows furrow and lashes flutter, slowly cracking open. everything feels... achy, sore. when golden eyes manage to focus on Dohalim just a little, there's a slow, warm smile that draws across his face.]
... Melqal... you're finally...