The sudden flash of someone else's memories and the familiar sensation of non-existence suffocated her for a moment. She looked around to see who it was coming from-- there.

Someone kneeling on the ground with black ooze dripping from his face. The Nightrender in front of him prepared to strike.

Elle leaped forward and knocked the Nightrender over, but not before her own memories rushed forward.

Elle could feel every cell, every atom, of her body pulling apart and the very essence of her being unmade.

The pain was beyond comprehension; beyond screaming or crying or any reaction at all. One moment she was whole, and the next she was torn apart completely. She only existed as a vessel for agony, before she ceased to exist at all.

Even the echo of sensation had Elle paralyzed from the pain.

At least she already knocked the creature away. Now they weren't in immediate danger from anything other than their own minds.