[hr][hr][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230605/b188b8e9cb2b405065c58f91ded076a7.png[/img][hr][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/2961daa05c0e5ded90983456bd41293f/tumblr_mob5uyQvL81rlfsw2o1_500.gif[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Nallore][@Trainerblue192][@PatientBean][@Blizz][@Kirah][@KazAlkemi][hr][h3][color=FF0000][b]Earth-666[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][@Blizz]: You rack your mind for ways to kill immortals, to slay the undying, but all that comes to mind is a wooden stake through the heart, and wreaths of garlic around the corpse. The treatment for a vampire. But given Runa's lack of heart (and fangs), this may not be the most effective approach. 

[@Nallore]: You move to leave, to summon the winds beneath you and ascend to the sky with the Cloak of Levitation. But the fabric is suddenly unwilling, your feet remaining firmly rooted on the ground. Perhaps it is because of your change - that you are no longer the same Madalyne, the same girl that became Sorcerer Supreme. Or perhaps it is the cloak insisting that you remain, that you witness the newfound civil war. Or maybe it is simply your own anxiety, your own fear that grounds you - that keeps you from ascending. 

[@Nallore]: As you peer into the future, you find it hazy, shifting. There are some eventualities where you win the goddess to your side - others where she abandons you, where she is another foe that you must face. Each time you grasp for more detail, for more information as to how a future may come to be, it slips between your fingers like water, distorting the greater image. But you know this - it is possible. There is a way to get the end you desire. 

[@Trainerblue192]: You attempt to grab onto the babes, onto the infants powering the sigil, but they elude you. The magic of the pentagram locks them in place, strong enough as to disrupt your teleportation, to disrupt your spells. They must be removed [i]physically[/i] - but a disruption to the circuit could unleash an explosive amount of energy. Enough that the odds of survival, for you or the babes, seem grim... 
[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#a81a75]Runa the Grey[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/db4f97a911c55834e8956c78fb0d486b.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] New York City
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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[hr][hr][/center]	The detail's of Jack's facial expression were lost on Runa. [color=#a81a75]"Mm, yes. Another time - one not too distant."[/color] That had been the name they had introduced themself with to this crowd, to this group - [i]Gullveig[/i]. It was not a name they had born as a maiden, when the universe was still bright and filled with hope. No, the moniker had come later. Runa was not the first Gullveig - yet she would be the last, she would see to it that it was so. 	

	[color=#a81a75]"Klara will not suffer - because she has already ascended,"[/color] Runa said, their voice steady and strong. [color=#a81a75]"Klara died long ago - died in the war alongside her father."[/color]

	Yet Prudence's words Runa considered, considered her request to be selfish, to not take action at the behest of another. Everything she had done for millennia had been because of Ragnarok, had been for her family - for the god she had birthed from their collective consciousness, from their souls she had ascended. And that action had cursed her, had cursed her to forever walk the Nine Realms - to know no salvation, no peace, no death. Her god had made every being swear to continue her life, to spare her from death - just as her grandmother had done long ago for her father Baldur. There was no punishment great enough for her sin, for those she had slaughtered to power the spell. And her god made sure that Runa knew that - knew that even as she had saved them, they had forsaken her. 

	So Runa considered for a moment, just a brief moment, whether Prudence was right - whether she ought to forsake them in turn, ought to allow the cycle to continue on again in countless realities, for more pain, more suffering, more agony.

	Klara defended her, forcing Jack to heel - and the corners of Runa's lips twitched ever so slightly. 

	Then came Max's appeal to the past, to a conflict almost long since forgotten - a bewitchment, an enchantment, where a sorceress had made Runa believe that she was human - believe that she was [i]loved[/i]. The memory of it ached as much as it comforted. 

	[color=#a81a75]"What would you bid me do?"[/color] Runa asked Prudence, asked Klara. 

	They were on a precipice now, dancing between shatter points, between choices. 

	But in their heart, they knew the path they must pursue - they knew that everything they had ever wanted was forever beyond their reach, and the only comfort could be found in oblivion's embrace.