Dawn, having been distracted between speaking to Vivian and navigating the webs of mental activity around her, was easy prey for Spire's Gift. Within moments of its activation, a near-blinding migraine struck her, pounding its way through her skull and sending her knees buckling with the sheer force of it. Her jaw stiffened, and, breathing thinly between her teeth, Dawn pitched forward into the asphalt at their feet.

A thin trickle of blood had begun to weave its way down her lip, even before making contact with the ground.