*Astilla sits on a roof in the Lobby, gazing upon the Fountain.*

*Theres some blood around her, presumably from guards trying to keep her from the sector.*

”Disgusting.

This blinding light.

These angels.

all of this.

Disgusting.

They wish to forgo pain entirely, atleast that girl agreed it was needed, even if her ideal world was a bit off.”

*She stands, dusting off her clothes, then jumps down, walking to the fountain.*

*Theres light tries to envelope her, but bends, unable to meet her skin. She steps to the very core the fountain.*

*She traces a clock around her self, the hands point at each source of light, then crosses out each number.*

*She clasps her hands together, forming a sort of x, and closes a finger each word as she speaks:*

”Iehu e vkyd ixy, vkjqjqry oehk e cqduayyhu oe.”

*Her last thumb is then point upwards, she releases her grip, crosses 2 fingers on her left hand, swirling her right around them, then claps, and twists her hands as they meet.*

*Darkness envelopes her and the fountain, the two sources clashing, she wades through the storm, red energy streaming off of her.*

*‘She draws a katana, and peels off the dried blood, she uses the muck to form a web, and throws it forward, light streams from the holes.*

*She chants once more, the red energy forming into sigils, and a grey energy materializing, forming a spike from her back.*

”Akhqycqaakik ―― aeaehe e ksxyaktqay, xqdwoqak de jqdu e curkaq iuhe.”

*She slashes with the katana, severing the red web in front of her, and the light recedes, the darkness over taking, she plunges her blade into the ground, and channels all the built up energy.*

*“Levánte, master.”*

*And the world was covered in darkness(not really only like a few city blocks).*

All this light…