While the screams became more prominent, Sara stuck to her plan of acting normally to try not to proliferate the panic. Sara didn't even spot the serpent of energy coming before it latched onto the little girl in front of her. An expression of shock reached Sara's face as she reached forward to grab the girl from harms way, but was stopped by the length of the shackles clinking taut. The girl disintegrated instantly. Sara was frozen in place, unsure what to do. She spotted in her peripheral vision another person falling to the same fate. Then another, and another.

Sara began to breath faster, then yanked on one of her shackles another set of times. She had to escape this nightmare. No matter how she bared her teeth and tried to break her bindings, she couldn't come loose as more people were atomised around her by the energy leaping from the crystal. She tried to break the other chain similarly. It would not come loose. The number of other people in the room was running out. All these people were gone. When the tendril came her way, Sara let go of the chains and turned to face it with a terrified look. She glanced almost pleadingly to the gunblade mercenary, who was one of the few who had made it this far, before she scrunched her eyes shut and prepared to die.

She felt the energy of the crystal run through her. Through gritted teeth, Sara screamed in defiance, but there was no pain. It was more of a numbness, followed by a buzz of energy. It didn't seem to last long, and Sara was left in her same standing position with her eyes shut. Her breathing was shallow and wheezing. As it slowed to a more steady pace, she realised she could still hear people dying, she could still feel that she had a body. She opened her eyes. She was still alive. She held her shaking gloved hands out in front of her. Why was she still alive? Why wasn't she dead like all the others? [i]What is happening?[/i] Her legs gave way and she fell to her knees in shock. The mercenary in front of her hadn't been chosen yet, but Sara managed to inhale a gasp and point behind him at the incoming tendril, his time was coming as well.