Web like fractures seared through the indigo crystal. Tiny particles projected themselves in random directions as an avalanche of power pushed them through their failing foundation. For less than a heartbeat time almost stopped, almost.
In that fleeting moment an eternity of events took place, the escape of a soul. It screamed in anguish as dark tendrils of horrific terror clung to it, attempting to drag it away to eternal damnation, yet it stubbornly latched itself to the plane it new best.
With a mighty effort it pulled away. In panic it searched for a place to hide, yet each vessel it approached was hostile and repelled her. The soul couldn’t see, couldn’t hear. It was lost. It called to the nether, there was no answer. The soul’s power had been depleted, just a tiny spark of fel and light. It then went home, but the home was broken. Panic once again filled its existence, was this truly the end?
Hope was vanishing, yet a glow appeared, a vessel, a vessel full of decay, a home that was beginning to crumble. Noikona with nowhere to go entered this host. The decay vanished; its walls began to heal. Sights and sounds once again opened to her. She filled the host as this was her way, but her grand inferno of power was now just an ember. It would grow, but it would take much time.
Time resumed the soul stone exploded into tiny shards; a wind filled the room threatening to extinguish the torches and vanished. The only sound was the footsteps of Colette as she walked on by.