Cast into the void between universes, Darquesse was adrift in the superposition of realities. An infinite expanse of possible location, placed outside of the limitations of time and space. A realm of quantum reality, where every possibility and probability exists. It was in this state that Darquesse resided, thrown from her own reality, hopefully never to return. And from here she could have ended up anywhere in the multiverse, in any one of countless realities, infinite worlds. Whether it was chance or fate that brought her to Eldritch IV is impossible to know, but it was this simple random act that cast her into this realm. And it was this strange coincidence that would draw her into a series of events that might quite possibly determine the fate of the Multiverse itself.

In an instant Darquesse was in another world, a world of explosions and death. Even as she materialized she could feel the death around her, the bodies of the fallen devoured by the very explosions that had taken their life. She was stunned, as she stared down at the chaos down below, even as the large metal barges flew past her. For a moment she thought she had been trapped in some kind of illusion, but she would have sensed it if this were some fabricated world. No, this was a real universe, and she really had been sent here. And, for some reason beyond her comprehension, everyone here was exploding one another, as if she'd dropped right into Star Wars. It took a moment to process the fact that this was a thing that was real. And then, she saw it....

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Holy shit, was that a mech? Those were REAL? Well, here, at least. She laughed out loud, as she revelled in this discovery. It was like discovering magic all over again. But she'd seen for herself the vast amount of possibilities the Multiverse provided. If there was a universe where Mevolent still lived, then why not one with mechs? Of course, most importantly of all, she wanted to kill it. Just to see if she could, to see if it exploded like they did in the movies. With a little mushroom cloud as the core-whatever overloaded. Her laughter turned into a disturbing grin as she shot down, eyes dead set on her prey.

To the rest of the world, she was a missile, streaking down from the sky. Anti-air fire filled the air around her, the occasional bullet smashing into her body. She shot down, fire surrounding her, friction tearing at her skin. Her speed was part gravity, part magic. And as Richard looked around for more targets, he'd see what looked like a meteorite headed straight for his face. Still grinning, Darquesse would slam into the side of the large Mech suit with the force of a missile, shattering even her magic-enhanced bones. Of course, it was only a moment before she was back up, bones already knitting back together and skin growing across her burnt form.