[center][h1][color=E97E99]Millicent Clarke[/color][/h1]
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My how the tides have turned.

She expected to be ash as she sipped the flask. However, in a moment gone quicker than it came, she was somewhere else. Her trial seemingly concluded. In her hand, the very flask she sought. Around her, she still had no idea where she was. Wherever she was, it had seen better days.

She heard the voice and felt obliged to do as it asked. She took a deep breath before she turned to face the speaker. She appeared refined and regal, but Millicent had a feeling there was more to her than she appeared. Millicent felt obligated to listen to her too. After all, she felt weird, like she got something new. The woman's words were confusing. Save for one thing.

She could no longer die?

It now made sense why the witch sought the flask to vehemently. And now she had it. As if she said her name three times, the witch appeared, venom coating her words. She glanced back at the kindly woman, but the witch paid her no mind. Could she not see her? Was this part of the flask's doing? Still, she could only grin. And that was before she saw the others appear. She stared at the flask in her head and it was like whispers in her head that only she could hear. There was power here. There was power she now had.

Millicent let out a low chuckle before she returned her gaze to Septima. [color=E97E99]"You being one to talk after destroying our bodies. All for this?"[/color] She held up the flask. She put it at her side now. She had a feeling having it leave her wouldn't be bad, per se, but she felt obligated to hold on to it. It was as if this new feeling came with instructions. [color=E97E99]"I think if anyone gets to speak, it will be me. Now, tell me what is going on?"[/color] She said that to the invisible woman mainly, but since no one else could see her, anyone was free to answer.