A noxious green mist, think and cloying erupted out of the Augur as spears of white death screamed towards it. In a split second luminiscent green fumes covered the battlefield the Augur disappearing into the sickly haze. Thunderclaps signifying the spears had reached earth.

Yuri seemed unperturbed, waving her hand once made 20 of the spears drop in a circle around her, warding her and the Xeral from the corrosive fumes. Her eyes glowing a darker shade of red as she sought out her prey. Without warning she stepped to the side as the ground beside her exploded. The dust cleared to reveal a large bone scythe embedded into the ground, curved and serrated, its handle connected to a chain that extended above.

The Augur yanked the chain, the scythe cleaving the ground like wet paper heading toward the Princess, she side stepped it deftly. Her movements hardly visible to the Xeral. The scythe returned back to the Augur's hand unable to find its target. The Augur quickly retreating into the mist, Yuri's eyes narrowed. Plasma crept up her body from her toes, like liquid armor it encased every inch of her body. The living thunderbolt then flashed inside the mists in hot pursuit of her quarry.

Sounds of battle, distant and dream-like echoed throught the ghastly landscape. Sounds of weapons and thunderclaps reaching the Xeral's ears, although faintly, as though they were underwater. An uneasy silence followed.

A white lance seared into the Xeral's eyes blinding him, grunting in pain he doubled over, waiting for the dots in his vision to recede. A few moments later, he gingerly opened his eyes to find the mist dispersing and to see a pillar of light pierce the skies. A tower of pure energy with no end in sight, seeming to reach for the bloody gash that painted the horizons. " Princess of the Burning skies indeed" muttered the Xeral.

His Master landed gently in front of him, she held her hand out, her fingers holding a fibrous cluster of roots shaped vaguely like a heart. The Xeral took it wordlessly, biting into it. A palpable expression of relief crossed his face. He got up to his feet seemingly with little effort as he wolfed down the rest of the strange plant matter. His eyes finding a large arm clad on white bone smoking some distance away at.

" It got away" said Yuri cold rage marred her face. " Are you alright?" she asked rage morphing into concern.

" I was careless Teacher, the Marrowrrot took care of the worst of it, I will be fine in a few hours"

" You are not ready to go after Augurs, O' idiot pupil of mine, now what do you know about that ?" she asked pointing to the sky borne phenomenon which seemed to be getting closer somehow, primordial energies crackling at the the edges of the gargantuan spatial rip.

" A hooded creature mentioned something about a voyager, the Forlorn Deities have worked a Summoning I was told. It also said the reason we didnt know was because someone or something stopped the FarSought's sight"

Yuri raised her eyebrows, " Someone muddled Her vision?, that is concerning"

As if on cue, the air stilled, the spatial tear contracting as if folding in on itself, it was like watching a wounded titan heal itself in real time. A symphony of reds contracting to a single point and exploding in a shockwave so huge, the powers of the world stopped their mysterious doings and turned towards the sky, the maelstrom they saw paled in compariosn to the turmoil in their hearts. A time of great upheaval was upon this plane. Many millions would suffer in the coming days, the future bleak and unceratin. The Void corridor vanished as if it had never existed, winking out behind the plane-shattering shockwave high in the sky.

Teacher and student watched intently hoping to lay eyes on the what now called their plane home.

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Aaron had been falling for a long time. Days, weeks or months he did not know. After he decided to end it, he found an abondoned apartment complex never built past its concrete skeleton and jumped off of it. The repreive from stimuli he so craved had not arrived. The pavement had not arrived. In fact nothing seemed to have come. No light, no sounds. No sense of direction. Just infinite black on all sides. He didnt know if he was floating or falling. After voiding the contents of his stomach within the first few minutes, or hours, who know really? and watching the bile and detritus disintegrate in front of his eyes. Aaron gulped, tears streaming from his eyes. He didnt know what sort of Lovecraftian horror would crawl out for snacktime. He had always been afraid of the dark, ever since he was a kid. Sleeping with the light on as an adult warranted considerable heckling from his aquantainces. "Aquaintances, not friends" he thought miserably.

After an indeterminant amount of time, most of which spent on contemplating the nature of the fever dream he found himself in. He saw a horizontal line of white, getting bigger slowly. "So he was falling" he realized.

Before his mind could comprehend, he crossed the light and found himself looking down at a world of green. He imagined hearing a chuckle as he crossed over from the dark.

Cold!!!!, the wind was freezing shearing into his body. His cotton shirt providing absolutely no respite as he free fell onto what seemed to be an ocean of green.

Aaron screamed in terror as the green filled all of his vision now, him regretting his decision to ever kill himself. Regret flashing inside his head over and over again. Untill suddenly the wind wasnt as harsh anymore. He opened his eyes out of reflex to find himself slowing down. He slowly touched on knee length grass, crumpling unceremoniusly onto the waiting ground. Breathing in and out for what seemed like an eternity, until a face came into his view, chocolate colored with light brown eyes, this..... person was gazing at him with a terse expression. He shifted around on instinct trying to get back and that was when Aaron was horrified to find the presence of a sludge-like intrusion going squish within his pants. The dusken beauty crinkling her nose in disgust.