Ada stood up, eyeing the dome around them directly. She couldn't see past it, despite her visual abilities. [color=9e005d]"This is your meta energy?"[/color] She muttered to herself. Her head snapped back towards Oswald. His question went unanswered, and she clenched both her hands. [color=9e005d]"What did you do!?"[/color]

	Outside of the dome, every trace of Ada's magic was erased. The clouds above, any lingering ooze, and the liquid around the dome disappeared once she'd lost connection with it. Above all else, she couldn't see what was happening beyond the veil that Oz had created.

	Ada paused, and looked back down at Oz angrily. She smirked, sinking into a state she'd rarely been privy to. She was serious. [color=9e005d]"I'm claustrophobic,"[/color] She wimpered, [color=9e0039]"This bubble is making me anxious. I don't like this."[/color] The ooze that had crept its way around Oswald now surrounded the entirety of the dome's rim. It began to slowly climb up the walls, like candle-wax that melted [i]towards the sky.[/i] She eyed it, and then looked back at Oz. She hadn't felt this way in quite a long while. The dome separated her from Yzeira, somehow. She couldn't see him, or feel his presence, despite her innate ability to do so, even between the fabric of reality. The anxiety, pressure, everything about it began to creep past her exterior and into her mind. Her voice echoed inside of Oz's head now. [color=9e0039]"I don't like this feeling. I don't like it- I hate it, take it down [b]this instant.[/b]"[/color] Ada rose one hand to her mask and felt underneath her right eye with three of her fingers, gently caressing her cheekbone, longingly. [color=9e0039]"He's not- I can't feel... Take it down, [b]now![/b] [b]Take it down!"[/b][/color]