The cracks in the walls became fissures as a river’s worth of water poured in, and so, they’d soon buckle under that weight.

The floor also began to break away in droves, water shooting up from beneath it, buildings high. The ceiling would also come crashing down, and as it fell, it made all the other damage worse, breaking into the shattered ground and falling walls.

All the while, the four victims found themselves in Sonata’s box, and while the glass wasn’t there anymore, that’s what it looked like as the water, metal and stone, ricocheted off of nothing, nothing that they could see anyway.

As for Sonata herself, she was still floating outside of the box, and as the water and other projectiles went for her, they passed through her as if she wasn’t there. That was a half-truth still, as sometimes, when the things sought to pierce the little girl, a beaming light of no particular color would emerge from her, and everything in an arm’s reach was gone.

She didn’t mind any of it though, as her focus was somewhere else, on the quantum computer, or rather, where it was. It had long detached from whatever mechanism was keeping it suspended and fallen into the pit below it.

Yet still, she kept looking at the wall that was behind it as more cracks and crevasses emerged, and eventually, what she was waiting for, arrived.

The structure did not bend, buckle nor break, it was a slight bit of all considering what was tumbling through. The walls exploded inwards, the ocean’s might crashing into the place along with a golden being too big to fit.

He had rolled inside, and whilst the place was big, he couldn’t stand up. His presence was felt too, because as much as water was powerful, it wasn’t the same as tons of solid, more or less, gold.

As he moved, trying to get up, his head hit the ceiling and the entire place must have moved a few inches as his face tore through it.

He’d catch himself, and seeming to relax, he laid down, but he did roll to the back of the room, flattening the forest and causing a rain of people as he crashed into the glass wall.

The thing he was waiting for would arrive too, and by the standard of logic, if one of them could not fit, two weren’t going to, and they wouldn’t, nor would they try.

The golden man would plant his fingers into the fragments of what was a glass wall, and as he did, a force seemed to lift his legs and pull him towards the crack. He’d hold tight still, but the place wasn’t built for such force, and neither was the island.

The water coming in from all angles and places would flow to a stop, as if time itself had given up. The collapsing would also change, because as much as everything went to a standstill, even the falling debris, it wouldn’t stop.

It began at a snail’s pace, the small bits of glass, rubble and people tumbling towards the wall of water, then the whole place fell in on itself. The ceiling, floors and walls pulled to a stream as it went towards the crack and they’d all watch as their abode shifted to that of one lit by blue tinted light surrounded by the ocean.

They were truly in the thick of it then, as there was nowhere to hide, or to return to. As they were dragged out into the middle of the ocean, they’d watch as rifts shot through the island and it began to fall in on itself.

It seemed so at least, but really, the island was never connected to the ocean floor. There was a blanket of chromatic energy below the structure, and as it disappeared, the anomaly, or rather, the wings of Sonata, they grew.

The place would begin to sink before their very eyes, the place they grew up, and the place they loved.

The four trapped in the box, that no longer had any tangible sides, nor sides they could see, watched with not even the ability to breathe or think. The place would sink, and every so often bursts of energy pulsated from it, as if it was alive somehow.

The spectacle was the last of their worries still, as from the dark of the cold deep, two shinning red eyes emerged. As for the one that had decided to fight it, he attempted to flee, but he was frozen in place.

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The monster glided through the water as if it was a billionth of its weight, and as it came in, hand spread out like a blanket to catch the child, only moments before her capture, reality itself seemed to shatter. The hand it had lead its assault with would then pass through the fissure of worlds and it would grab its own face.

As the fissure reverted back to the norm, existence would correct itself and the god held itself, pushing itself back. The golden man would be set free, and instead of running, he swam for the monstrosity and made his hand a stake enough to pierce the thing’s heart.

It was surprised, though, not dismayed. It held itself with one hand, but it saw their plans from between the thin webbing of its fingers.

It would lift its other hand, and without rhyme or reason, a wave let out from it, and even the incorporeal box the spectators inhabited lost its integrity for a moment, letting a bit of water in.

The golden man was tossed back at tens of miles per hour, but only twisting and tumbling, so perhaps it wasn’t that bad.

The island behind him found a new way to break, as directly behind the chaos new fractures shot through it, and it began to break away in parts.

It was so bad, that if there was light enough, you’d see the other side of the place as big as Jamaica. August was fine though, he was only unresponsive, and his golden body had only begun to dissolve in the water.

Sonata would dart through the water like a torpedo, even wakes following her. She was headed into the metallic bog; the fetish wasn’t quite onboard though. He repositioned his hand, but as the wave discharged, the world broke once again where the girl should have been, and the thing got hit with its own attack.

It would imitate August as it rolled back off into the distance, and as the world broke inside the bog, the girl would appear and take hold of an unconscious August. She’d swim out of the thing, seemingly unable to cast her magic, then she broke reality again and appeared inside the existing yet absent box.

She’d fall on all fours, August in her grasps, she was coughing up water, and it didn’t look all that fun, as it was even coming out of her nose. She’d eventually fall flat on her face, struggling to take hold of air.

The residents would take a while to notice the two seeing as the outside was broken in more ways than one, or two. In fact, the girl wasn’t correcting all her surgeries on reality, and the outside appeared to be the night’s sky.

There was no rest, even then, as the thing made its way back not affected by the island breaking force. Sonata was long overdue for a cathartic release though, and as the thing approached her, she finally found her lungs and took a deep breath.

All the fractures in creation would correct themselves, and the golden bog would take form, swimming towards them like paint dropped in water.

They’d pierce the box and consume her, turning her pure white, even the anomaly. She’d hold her breath, waiting for the thing, and when it was but a few feet away, she screamed.

Her voice let out like an atomic bomb, and the world seemed to agree as the ocean split open between them and the sky cracked open alongside the sea floor.

The fetish would be pushed back as the water welled up in waves that reached the sky and parted ways.

As her voice echoed out and came to a stop though, her faux white demeanor faulted and broke away, fading into an August who had began to breathe again, taking a deep breath and coughing up water himself.

Still, even as he leveraged himself upright, coughing, he didn’t seem worried about himself. He’d try to talk, but that only ended with coughs.

He’d take hold of the girl by her shoulders, though he couldn’t quite muster the strength to look up at her. He’d muster some strength but as he lifted himself his head went all the way back, resting on his back.

The man had finally found some strength though, for real that time. As his head came back up though it wouldn’t stop, and it rolled up and over his shoulders, so gritting his teeth he hit his head against hers.

A crack let out as he fell flat once again and the girl held her forehead rolling and contorting in pain.

As she opened her eyes though, they were normal, her eye color was gray. As for her hair that was fire before, it fell in large curls, a deep red. Her skin would also regain its color and she’d even look a little tanned.

They’d finally be noticed by the spectators, and none of them said anything, and what were they supposed to say.

“Are you an idiot?!” The illusive man would finally speak past his coughs, shout rather.

“Someone had to do something!? So I should have just watched!? Watched you die!? Again!? How many times?! How many!?” Her tears would flow, as for the reason, that was up for speculation as she still held her forehead with great care.

“We both know what happens if you or I mess up… you can’t do that… do you want to die!?” He couldn’t find the strength to move, but he did find it to scold his second sister.

“I— … I don’t… but if it meant saving you… I would…” She’d fold herself up, hugging her knees, burying her face in them hiding her forehead.

“That’s unacceptable, and you know that…” August would open his eyes again, and they were completely crimson, sclera and all.

His hair would also grow out before their eyes, it was the same as Sonata’s, before she returned to normal.

It was long, curly, red, and ablaze. Even as he sat up his demeanor seemed to change, his eyes drooped and he looked off into the distance as if he was longing for something

As for the anomaly, he’d inherit its burden, and its beauty. He did eventually look at those he wanted to save though, and he finally had the means of furthering their journey.