Thrones shook her head at both Vlad and Dragoon's questions.

[b]"I'm fine. Just tired. Can perform my Arts even without my legs."[/b]

Her mind continued to fill with static. She was smelling blood that wasn't there. She really didn't like this whole environment. White buildings all around, blocky and texture-less. The Sankta shook her head again, clearing out the spreading webs. Time to go.

Or well, it would have been time to go, if the simulation hadn't glitched out at the end. Technical difficulties spawning from unexpected actions ended their examination, and Thrones opened her eyes slowly, her bones still feeling like jello. Pushing herself up, she felt something warm and salty seep onto her lips. Blood, red and sticky. Just a small nosebleed, but her head hammered into her mind, a wall smashing into a woman. The stimulation of Arts usage, without the actual physical effects of it. She shuddered.

Only made it worse.

[b]"Diver," [/b]Thrones croaked, pressing her sleeve up against her nose. [b]"You've read my files. Neural networks worsen my condition. Outside, please."[/b]

The crystals continued to riot. Shouldn't have been so bold with her Arts usage, for sure. Not when it was fake.