As the White Lotus flowed through Amora's system, she found that it did drown out the creeping voice of the fallen Goddess. The world was bright, clear, cheery places now, rather than the drab ruined city that she remembered. Slow, warm, aching euphoria spread out to every limb, amplifying the feeling of every movement. But most of all, it gave her the sense of power. She was strong. She was mighty. She could certainly jump in the pool and survive, but why jump? She was Amora, the powerful witch! Anything, or anyone she wanted, was hers for the taking! The bright light of the drug drowned out the gravity of Amora's situation, leaving only dull bliss buzzing in her head and in her belly.