Elle manages to put down the kids and watched to make sure they get away safely.
Then she hears Ace's howl, which communicates an emotion that she has learned to recognize all too well.
After a last glance to make sure the kids were out of sight, she runs toward the source of the sound.
She sees Ace leaving destruction and debris in his wake, and the Nightrenders trying to navigate through it all.
She takes a moment to figure out how she can be most helpful. It seems that the current problem is that there are a whole group of Nightrenders focused solely on ripping Ace to shreds, so she should probably get some of their attentions.
With a yowl, she barrels at full speed into the group of monsters, knocking some over like bowling pins.
It's almost funny until images fill her vision.
Elle is inside the Umbra looking a space that, in the realm, is just a highway divider with some grass and trees to make it look nice.
In the Umbra, the space seems to be overlapping on itself, forming a large inter-dimensional pocket of Wyld. It feels like being near a Caern.
As she approaches the bubble an artificial sense of peace and calm washes over her, urging her to enter and never leave.
She stumbles backwards to get away from the sensation. Fear runs through her in response to the magical compulsion. Whatever these things are, she wants to get far, far away as quickly as possible.
Re: II
Then she hears Ace's howl, which communicates an emotion that she has learned to recognize all too well.
After a last glance to make sure the kids were out of sight, she runs toward the source of the sound.
She sees Ace leaving destruction and debris in his wake, and the Nightrenders trying to navigate through it all.
She takes a moment to figure out how she can be most helpful. It seems that the current problem is that there are a whole group of Nightrenders focused solely on ripping Ace to shreds, so she should probably get some of their attentions.
With a yowl, she barrels at full speed into the group of monsters, knocking some over like bowling pins.
It's almost funny until images fill her vision.
Elle is inside the Umbra looking a space that, in the realm, is just a highway divider with some grass and trees to make it look nice.
In the Umbra, the space seems to be overlapping on itself, forming a large inter-dimensional pocket of Wyld. It feels like being near a Caern.
As she approaches the bubble an artificial sense of peace and calm washes over her, urging her to enter and never leave.
She stumbles backwards to get away from the sensation. Fear runs through her in response to the magical compulsion. Whatever these things are, she wants to get far, far away as quickly as possible.