[center][url=https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1351917][img]https://i.imgur.com/1grNIHq.png?1[/img][h3][color=000000]▬▬[/color] [color=0080ff]▬▬▬▬[/color] [color=000000]◟[/color][color=0080ff]Illyana[/color][color=000000]◞[/color] [color=0080ff]▬▬▬▬[/color] [color=000000]▬▬[/color][/h3][/url][/center][hr]Rumblings began to emit through the ancient stone walls. Sand, unstirred for millenia, brushed over Illyana's face as she took another hesitant step forward. Cat. Hawk. Jackal. Blast it all, which was the next tile? The floor started to become unrecognizeable as the crumbling fortress of time-worn stones began to spew forth more sands. Swiftly, a [i]Prestidigitation[/i] slipped from Illyana's deft fingers, and the sands vanished from the tiles before her in an arcane shimmer. Crocodile! A single victorious step rang faintly in the echoing chamber, drowned by the aching churn of stone. The temple's destruction hadn't waned, but the artifact was in sight. The only options now were to collect the tome and pray for time and mercy, or turn back and abandon all that she had come for. All that she had sacrificed. There was no hesitation as she lunged for the book. [hr]With tired eyes, Illyana saw nothing but fog before her. What happened? Did she die? There was no artifact in her clutches, only sand. The salt of the earth flowed from the crevices of her bark-laden palms. [color=0080ff]"No..."[/color] she muttered to herself silently in her Elvish tongue, her voice shuddering with a seething rage limited only by her resignation to this untimely fate. Whatever it happened to be. 

There was nothing but fog before her, until she took those first steps. Eventually, she worked to gain her bearings. Wherever she was, be it after or adjacent to death, she was not alone. This was made distractingly obvious by the increasingly distant cackling shrouded in dense fog. Besides this, there were others still. Others that seemed to be in her strange predicament. None of them were the team she had come with, people she would've expected to see were this the afterlife. No, they seemed much less... mundane than that. She looked on, and the diminutive forms of children shrouded in that uncanny mist were before them. 

Wherever she may be, whatever fate had befallen her, Illyana would get her answers.