[hr][hr][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230605/b188b8e9cb2b405065c58f91ded076a7.png[/img][hr][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/72f09f8e1fa29eda9d1541ccf728224a/b992c94eb46c5d7b-d4/s500x750/686c55891173c735f06ec5f58e7b84a03abc4ba0.gif[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Nallore][@Trainerblue192][@PatientBean][@Blizz][@Kirah][@KazAlkemi][hr][h3][color=FF0000][b]the Everdark[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][@KazAlkemi]: At first, the spell is easy to maintain - it is like breathing, a process done automatically. Yet as you change your form, shifting from human to wolf, your hold slips. The shadows you have expertly pulled around you have weakened partially, now dimming your presence rather than concealing it, muffling your words rather than silencing them. [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#a81a75]Runa the Grey[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/db4f97a911c55834e8956c78fb0d486b.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] Everdark
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] Intuition 
[b][color=#a81a75]Spells:[/color][/b] Seidhr
[hr][hr][/center]	Runa was suspended in a sea of darkness, unable to see or hear. It was a special sort of isolation, a disconnection from the universe. Two of her senses had been lost. Yet she could still feel - feel a hand on her shoulder, likely not Klara's, the young girl wasn't tall enough. So one of the others. She was wise and bright and clever, but even some things eluded her without casting a spell - she didn't know whose hand steadied her, who reached out to her in the dark. Those Who Sit Above in Shadow must have been laughing down at her now, seeing the bill finally come due - or a portion of it. 

	The empty cavity where their heart once had been ached. 

	But then there was a new pressure - a hand gripping their own. It was small and soft, not yet ravaged by time. A child's hand. Klara's? They were meant to be here to protect Klara, not to be protected by her. They could not find their enemies, not trapped within this form, so Runa resolved to show their hand - to show the technique that had allowed them to end any sorcerer that had come to their realm, seeking vengeance or restoration. 

	[i]Seidhr.[/i]

	Freya had taught them this ancient craft, using the guise of Gullveig. It was more than just astral projection, more than just leaving one's body. It was a means of seeing the push and pull of the universe, of knowing what was to pass. Runa's body stilled, as they retreated deep within themselves - and then their body crumpled, falling lifelessly to the ground, like a puppet with its ties severed. 

	But they were free - their spirit unmoored, unchained. They floated above the field of darkness like a ghost, seeing through magic - through a body that was made purely of the remnants of their soul. Perhaps the others could sense them, but they would not see them. Not like this. They were like a ghost. 

	She could see something, something coming over the horizon for them all - something horrific in its scale. Runa pressed forward to get a closer look, to identify the threat that was to be - what Ananym had brought for them... She had almost reached it, had almost gotten close enough, when a distortion in the fabric of reality rippled through them. 

	And they were gone. [hr][center][h3][color=FF0000][b]Earth-666[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][@Nallore]: Zelma snatched the letter from you, tracing a glyph above it. It glowed, indicating its veracity - and she lowered the crossbow, looking at you with horror, relief, and determination. "You just missed him - he's headed to the epicenter," Zelma explained. "I'm guessing you haven't seen the news?" She pulled out her phone, and quickly pulled up an image from a news article. At the top of the Empire State Building, there was a Satanic sigil, a flaming star. At each point of the star was... was a [i]baby[/i]. 

	"It's like the last time - the Goblin Night's happening again."

[@Nallore]: You're lucky - the cloak responds to your command and you are whisked off of the ground, flying up into the sky. You go higher and higher until the cloak is certain you've found safety, giving you a moment to breathe and take in your surroundings. The city is in complete chaos, and as you peer outwards, two things catch your eye - 1) a sort of red veil surrounding the city, perhaps keeping people out... or others inside? and 2) a flaming pentagram in the sky above the Empire State Building. Neither of those things can be good.