For all of the mental torment it had caused Stripes, it was unclear in the end whether Nessie even heard the answer to her question, something seemingly far more alluring to her than the identity of her saviour catching her attention. In fact, it wasn't just her attention that was caught, it seemed in an instant as though the girl's whole mindset was suddenly oriented to the radiantly glowing tome that was now very visible amongst a small forest of vertical steel beams.

It shone with a light that Nessie had never seen before, one that was genuinely beautiful and alluring as much as it was curious and mystical. Perhaps most of all, she felt as though it belonged to her. And it was calling for her.

So taken was she, that she didn't reply to Stripes with anything more than a nod and an affirming mumble to show that she understood. Whatever aura that book was giving off was certainly having a drastic affect on her, completely putting her in the zone. You'd almost swear it was a different person to the utterly confused and terrified girl, who had been at the complete mercy of a wave of Pageless just minutes prior.

As soon as her feet made contact with the earth, she began to sprint like mad, quickly leaving the now-reverted Stripes behind. She'd thank her later. Probably. Helter-skelter she went, bolting past a roster of even more interesting characters who helped to defend her as she went rushing past to reach... it. Whatever it was. That's what she needed to discover. And it really did feel as though she [i]needed[/i] to do it.

Not once did she falter in her determined sprint towards her destiny. At least, not until the arrival of something else. Something that bared a similar weight to what she was chasing for, but in a completely different way. The aura this creature, this... thing, gave off was something dark and malicious, as if it was something entirely out of place in its own existence. Something never meant to be.

But here it now stood, as bold as brass, having sent Nessie tumbling to the ground with its dramatic crash-landing to the ground, blending in with the look of the construction site with its mechanical appearance. Despite its imposing nature though, Nessie wasn't going just stop there. She wouldn't, and couldn't, give up. And as the colossal Pageless followed suit, the race was on.

Nessie was closer, but the behemoth of darkness proved to be much faster than its heavy, metal body suggested. It tore through earth, timber and steel like paper, a one-track mind similar to Nessie's leading it towards the book, which shone even brighter now as the two got closer and closer to reaching it. 

In the end though, for all the tension the race may have brought on, it ended in a decisive victory for Nessie. One final leap decided her claim on the tome, its dazzling light consuming her before a burst of energy with practically the same force as the Mega-Pageless had landed with practically recreated the landscape of the battlefield once again.

When that piercing light and clouds of dust and debris finally settled though, revealed to all those present was the birth of a new Magical Girl. Nephy's clothes had transformed into an [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/752325250187788400/923947679682297876/image0.jpg?width=430&height=606]ornate and bespoke outfit[/url] that decorated and armoured her body in equal measure. A broomstick in her grasp, and a unique but trademark witch's hat upon her head completed the look, like a crown on a monarch. 


[color=f7941d]"Slow as shit you are, aren't you?"[/color] Nessie quipped cheekily to the loser the race, staring boldly up at the Pageless in even less of an unwavering manner than before. Because now, she stood a chance. Now she could fight.