Groggy, vision flickering. She felt terribly, terribly off. This… was different. Sure, the memory fog was as prevalent as ever, but this feeling… like she was trapped. Energy was bursting inside. She looked around. She was on the floor in a pile of ash. The bodies of felled demons were crumpled alongside her. She winced, feeling the cuts across her frame. She moaned as she drew herself up, hands slapping against the floor. She looked up, seeing that Azza was fine and Elijah looked relieved. She looked over to Rehtul and opened her mouth.

“Did we-”

She gasped as a slimy coil wrapped around her frame. She looked back. All the demons, writhing as they were being drug into the portal, were glaring with light reflecting eyes. Her eyes widened as more abominable claws extended outwards.

“What the-”

She was yanked back, feeling more cuts inflicted upon her skin. With her powers bizarrely not responding, she hissed at the pain as she was pulled along the floor. Away from Rehtul. Away from everyone. Terror enveloped her as she realized what was happened. The cloth across her stomach was ripped off; her pants reduced to shorts. Her hair was snagged and yanked along piles of demon flesh as she desperately fought against the hordes of hands. Despite all her strength, it was of no use. Bound and unable to reach for any weapons, she felt a hand cover her mouth as she looked back at her companions with a final, terrified look.

Shinsou! Leoric! Rehtul! Nevin! Anybody! Help me!

The portal was closing, but the demons were insistent on dragging her down - no - back with them.