If Tyora needed anything else to help her come to her sense, those few seconds were definitely it.  First factor helping her was the voice of her bonded friend, Uuranor, again a steady and strong.  A comforting presence.  And the second thing helping her break out of her fear was what happened to the girl.  The fangs becoming obvious in that beautiful mouth, and insectoid legs sprouted from her guardian bunny.  She only let confusion control her for a moment as Uuranor’s calming voice and strong presence in her soul started to wipe the fear out of her heart.<br/><br/>What started to replace it was what she had needed before and Katrin provided that by appearing to turn into a monster to fight.   Tyora only had enough time to draw her second dagger before the bright flash of light blinded her for a moment.<br/><br/>When she could see again, she was alone with Uuranor again, in the empty streets of the cavern city.  Quickly at seeing the proof of nothing anywhere, no life, nothing but an empty alley, and streets, the fear from before began to resurface.  She was again about to start panicking and trying the spell again before she heard a comforting purr in her ear, and she felt the scales of her friend begin to brush against her skin.<span style="color: Red"><i>“Calm my bonded.  You are not alone, and that will still not work.  I am not in pain, and I will always be with you this time.”</i></span><br/><br/>Just hearing his voice and feeling him comforting her to calm down from her fear.<span style="color: Green">“Right… sorry my friend…”</span>she muttered, taking deep breaths to calm down, petting his head in the process.  Another moment of purring occurred before he spoke up again.<span style="color: Red"><i>“My bonded… you need to break this illusion we are caught in.  Gather the pure magic within yourself like I did, keep the monster from getting ahold again.  I will begin trying to sense a weakness in the spell.”</i></span><br/><br/>Tyora nodded, not even bothering to question him as she started walking, and focusing on her tattoos and the magic stored.  Beginning with a low trickle into herself, she began to pull lightly on the magic, like she does when she stores magic within the tattoos.  Every tattoo on her body began to glow with a kaleidoscope of colors, both within the illusion, and within the real world.  The hold on her mind began to waver, even if the illusion itself was not broken.  The pure magic would make it hard to even get a grasp again.  All thanks to that damn little serpent.<br/><br/>Instead of her knives, Tyora drew her bow within the illusion, ready to react to anything, even Uuranor’s queue that he had found a weakness she could use to free herself.<br/><br/>That was for hours, she wandered the city, slowly, very slowly gathering her magic.  It was much more slowly that it should.  Something to do with the illusion?  It didn’t matter though as soon after those hours, something distracted her.  That loud shrill.  Something completely different from the silence.  Tyora froze for a moment, waiting for an attacked.  After that though, on instinct she began to run towards it.<br/><br/>And it was in that running that Uuranor had to focus on Tyora.  To keep her from being overwhelmed by fear at the change of scenery.  As soon as the area began to change, Tyora almost stalled her run… for only a moment before the voice in her ear.  Urging her on, to not stop… to just keep running.  It was only Uuranor’s presence that kept the dread at bay, that kept her running even as the unnatural dread crept into her mind.  Even as it kept getting darker and darker… until she felt she was running in emptiness, a void.    Was she even still running?  The only light she could see was emanating from her tattoos.<br/><br/>The shape’s drew her attention though, giving her something to focus on other than the dread.  They seemed familiar… who were they?  Were those shapes the others?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>