[center][h2][b]Ophelia[/b][/h2][/center]

There was no experience Ophelia possessed that prepared her for the feeling of frenzy. It was as though every atom of her body had split off from one another, and all of them occupied the same space in a superposition of each of their others. Uncountable instances of every possible configuration and permutation of her body, her mind, her very being overlaid on top of one another like sheets of metal, forged into a single alloy that was every alloy that had ever been--and it was only her quick thinking earlier than prevented her from immediately expiring. Once she'd recovered from the experience--physically, at least--her resumed assault combined with that of the others took the monstrosity she now knew to be called a Winter Lantern and she joined Farren in his wordless expression of rage. Gerlinde, with her usual lack of self-regard, also expired from her injuries; as she dissipated and vanished into nothing, Ophelia silently mourned the loss of her sister too. She was still uncertain whether a death in the Dream was a true death, and in the absence of information assumed the worst after her ordeal.

Her hand idly scratched at the places the phantom quills--though real enough to cause physical injury--had skewered her as she panted and recovered her stamina. She felt the telltale weight of blood echoes settle about her person, and after a full minute or so of convalescence and steady breathing she grabbed the chalice. She hastily checked it to ensure it had avoided damage in the corner she'd stowed it, before kneeling down to beckon the messengers to inquire about it. Besides being interesting, items like the chalice offered an insight into the very nature of the Old Labyrinth--and given everything they knew and that they'd encountered, Ophelia was beginning to believe that learning of the Labyrinth, its origins, its nature, and its contents were what would reveal their path forward. Indeed, even the twin of her blessed blade was to be found there.

Once that was done and she'd read the description offered by the messengers, she left the workshop and surveyed the Dream. Seeing Torquil rose her spirits immediately, and she visibly let out an exhalation of relief as she waved him over with a bright, wide smile.