[center][h2]Monica IV[/h2][/center]
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She flew swiftly, soaring across the sky and above the sea towards the smaller southern landmass where three nodes remained unclaimed and awaited the arrival of herself, and perhaps the coming of her two companions as well should they choose to continue helping her create a peaceful world, should they choose to let her help them in the end even after she had announced that they were to be enemies now.

Her foreboding thoughts turned from that which she left behind her to that which lay ahead of her; an endless chaotic canvas of frenzied and enraged elements manifesting as malignant maelstroms underneath her unleashing numerous electric limbs reaching outward to claw at anything closeby, along with whirling jagged stones that arose from the far and fractured earth only to violently explode, sending shattered sharpened pieces in all directions. The node was waiting for her at the deepest depths within the clamorous mayhem, and Monica momentarily contemplated the difficulties she encountered during her last venture into the madness of an unstable node.

Instead of haste, she was slow and steady, and she readily approached the storm as she summoned her own whirlwind to combat it, before conjuring an ethereal shield to prevent the grasping streams of lighting from reaching her. Monica struggled as her mind was strained by the exertion of her power, but not burdened by the fears that if she did not rush to the node there would be the potential loss of life. Instead this simplicity of fighting for survival versus protecting innocent mortals from the inevitable pain and demise that awaited them left her longing for death.

The tumultuous sundering of volatile stone and erupting earth echoed in her ears, as fragments passed her protection and whistled through the air. While she progressed through the pandemonium, Monica acquired a collection of cuts and puncturing wounds across her body, but she hastily healed such; her blood becoming a silvery salve as she quickly imbued it with a spell. As she sought a brief respite to tend to more accumulated gouges, she recalled the way animals would always slaughter each other for the sake of sustenance, then she mused whether this meant that the chaos and the turmoil thought of her as its predator or its prey. She wondered whether she should begrudge it for seeking to slay her then.

Even at a languidly measured pace, she moved much more swiftly than a herd of humans, and already had broken the last barrier preventing her from reaching the node. She tenderly touched the squat black pillar, and tapped into its power - allowing her to stabilize and shape the region according to her will. This time there was no agonized slumber, she remained in her awakened state, as she recreated the realm of Maelite with changes that would allow her to better navigate its landscape. The blinding profuse presence of umbrium returned, but was also accompanied by the occasional clearing filled with the gentle glow of light emanating from ivory trees, like luminous isles spread across a sea of shadows.

Though there were no means of discerning distance as ambient umbrium in the air and earth obscured all above and all below, and the equivalent of a dark and opaque fog lingered patiently at the edges of the various illuminated clearings. Monica made certain that the vicious creatures akin to those she had unintentionally created before were all thoroughly separated in order to prevent them from skirmishing with each other, and added another type to the ecosystem for her own benefit; shimmering snails that left luminous trails for her to follow throughout the realm, protected by their scintillating shells that the other aggressive lifeforms found utterly repelling.

She touched the node once more, dreading either outcome that would follow her next action, clinging onto her gifted watermelon that would likely consume later on. The contradictory feelings of love and hatred that continued to war within her resulted in an inability to embrace her choice. There would be regret and despair, but perhaps there would also be hope and joy, so Monica channeled her might and performed two acts; the first granting Xavior permission to access the power of the node, and the second was the creation of a Nexus. Afterwards, she felt fatigue and shame grasp her being, causing unwanted tears to spill forth from her eyes, and Monica cried while she waited for another to make a choice.

[hider=Summary]Monica flies south towards Node 33, and enters the chaos of an unstabilized realm. She changes her strategy and travels at a slower, more controlled rate, reaching the node without inflicting a grave injury upon herself. She creates a second Maelite, but adds a few new things, before she accesses the node and expends some Might. [/hider]
[hider=Might]Monica expends 1 Might to grant Xavior permission to access Node 33.

Monica expends 2 Might to create a Nexus at Node 33.

Monica has 0 Might remaining.[/hider]