The void trembled like a dying heart, massive cracks spreading from the point of the final impact between Stacia's thin spatial shield and Xynareth's dense point. Waves of distortion swept in all directions, causing the endless darkness to sway like an angry dark ocean. Stacia was thrown backward, her already finely cracked body now worsening the transparent lines on her skin splitting deeper, leaking thin light that was actually her leaking spatial essence. She felt pain that transcended the physical; it was as if she was being torn apart from within, fragments of her existence scattered across the unforgiving void.
