In a moment’s flash, she stood in the midst of a vast darkness, the framework of the exotic surroundings filled with an ominous brittle silence. There was no gravity to supervise her zeal and mind, instead, she was briskly floating amidst the glistening musical notes of a horrific serenade, emanating out of nothing. She had been enrobed with a brimless, sparkling pool of empty nothingness. A hallowed pool of subtle light adorned itself with the diamonds of a thousand moons, a never-ending stream of dreams. They weaved themselves on the cosmic ether of divinity, all hanging in the otherworldly background of "galaxy." Demure, but still mesmerizing, did the surroundings seem as she was wafting ahead in that absolutely vast pool of divine creation. A dark blanket, contrasting with blacks and yellows, the occasional white. Dotted forms sprawled vividly across it in intricate patterns. This is the void…<br/><br/>Snapping back to reality, she became tranquil, then it hit her, literally. She flung backwards, a swirling curtain of flaming fluttering across her face, teeth gritting audibly. The exertion forced her flustered face into a grimace of exasperation, tugged away under the canopy of her hair and her eyes shut tight under the effort, a rolling rumble stinging her fine flesh, a perpetual ringing in her ears.<br/><br/>The tumbling wall delivered her a dizzying blow to body and brain, an all-consuming buzzing miasma of crippling numbness jolting through her nerve system with careless cruelty. Her dilating pupils rolled wildly in their sockets, half-open eyelids spasming frantically under the tyrannical regime, both rigorously trying to find an equilibrium, body pulsating with radiating warmth, callused by pain. It all hit her at once then, a sudden gush of it jolted throughout her body. Her stomach ached, tensed, limbs losing tension. Paper-thin skin threatened to rupture above growing, gnarled blooms through her body, grotesque welts springing to attention, enmeshed with her raw skin. It had been to her and the other’s luck that she had managed to fling her satchel away from the scene, otherwise things might have looked even more dire than they currently did. Bottles, potions, concoctions, crystals, gems, books and scriptures dribbled from the interior and scooted across the ground.<br/><br/>The woman’s skin became translucent, thin and without any discernible pigment, devoid of its former brilliant sheen. Where it was honeyed just yesterday, golden in the candlelight, it was grey, ashen far beyond her usual paleness. It was then, abruptly, that the dense air sank, making way for the haze of a barrier allowing her escape the blotches of crimson flashing before her eyes. She propelled herself from the impact; and with a burst of energy, she arose with beaming bright eyes and an infuriated sneer on her beguiling face.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">“How dare you, you bloated wretch!”</span>she condemned, as dust and grinded stone fell from her rising form.<br/><br/>She set into a full sprit that had her wounds crack under the effort. Grabbing a particularly intriguing bag amidst the jumbled mess of curios from her bag, she set off for the beast. With circular, rune-inscribed platforms appearing below her feet, supporting her full weight and elevation, she lunged at the creature’s still-open ribcage, clenched fist breaking through the hollow spot between ruptured rips to deposit the material within.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">“Everybody, get back!”</span>