It was a dream. That was all it could be. Flying through a void of blackness and pale blue lights, the endless cosmos staring back at her. She must have fallen asleep at her desk again. She had no real control over her course; into the vortex she went without stopping. Each crystal she passed, she witnessed a moment on her life: regrets she held, anger she felt, depression she had fallen into. She could see the ungrateful faces of those she saved, the hateful ones of those she failed. The words they spoke had haunted her for so long. She covered her hears to try and silence them, but to no avail. They just grew louder. She hated them; all of them. They didn’t understand anything. Even when she did everything right, it was never good enough. She was sick of it. She had come to regret so many things, but listening to the voices of the Judge and the Board of Directors at the hospital admonish her, look down on her and accuse just made her realize the one thing she hadn’t regretting was ending that girls life. She wasn’t going to let something like an arbitrary Oath keep her from doing what needed to be done. And she would damn sure do it again.<br/><br/>Almost as if on queue with that thought, she felt unimaginable pain throughout her body. Her flesh was consumed in a blue fire that was rapidly turning her to ash. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. Her vision finally went black as her body was reduced to nothing and the pain vanished. In that some moment, her senses began to return a new body forming around the glowing light that was her soul. Along with it came a flood of knowledge, of skills she never knew and a world she never knew. She barely had time to process what was going on when she blacked out again.<br/><br/>A sudden gasp caused her to sit up from where she was laying. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was. It looked to be a tomb of some sort. She tried to remember how she got there, but there seemed to be gaps in her memory. That was when she met the ghost girl. She wasn’t afraid though. They spoke at length about a number of topics, including the nearby city and it’s supposed Saint. Her academic curiosity showed in her interest in the old city and what secrets it happened to hold. Their conversation was cut short with the ringing of a bell. As she watched the events that transpired, and anger consumed her she didn’t think possible. Using fist, blade and shield, she butchered the lot of them, a twisted sense of satisfaction coming from watching the life drain from their eyes. Her revenge would be interrupted as she was teleported elsewhere. It didn’t matter; she knew his face and where he would most likely be. She would find him and deliver the same fate...eventually.<br/><br/>When her form coalesced, she found herself in Darkhold Fortress. She took a moment to get her bearings, witnessing the gathering of people before the throne. Did she know them? Something told her she did. For now she would play things out carefully. Putting her weapons away, she approached the throne and the skull that hovered in it. “Correction, Elias. He is not running out of options. He<em>is</em>out of options. Or rather, he has summoned us here because there was no other choice. So whether or not he is impressed with us or not is irrelevant. Am I correct, Lord Chargoth?”