In the darkness of the night, it was hard to make out details about Undine's bloated form. A shapeless mass of dark water and black slime, thrashing through the garden. There was neither sense nor direction to her attacks. Just a blind unleashing of powers new and foreign.
The cracking of wood was only drowned out by her terrible song. A cracked echo of her beautiful voice echoed through the night, a disharmonious cacophony like shattered glass. In every note laid the invitation to step into what she had become and join what she was becoming.
'Momo, go find Thana,' John ordered his support. As one of the fliers, she was the most reasonable to go and try to get the blood mage back to the island.
'Shouldn't I stay?' Momo asked, the reluctance to leave at such an important moment written all over her voice.
