[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=CAB9DB]Prudence Knight[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://media.tenor.com/CEYVE8_6fgkAAAAd/drinking-tati-gabrielle.gif[/img][hr][b][color=CAB9DB]Location:[/color][/b] Limbo
[b][color=CAB9DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=CAB9DB]Spells:[/color][/b] N/A
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As suddenly as the symptoms appear, they were readily welcomed in her body as she felt something unlike anything she felt before. Soon her vision turned and she was in a red room. Or a red space. Before her stood her Lord. She, at first, felt relief. Her connection to him had been strained, but here he was.

However, the feeling was changing. Shifting. As if the dynamics between the two of them were altering before her eyes and within herself. [color=CAB9DB]"My Lord, it is good to see you at last."[/color] She began to bow before she stopped herself. A quick assess of herself showed that her Lord, as powerful as he was, was not here on his own volition. After all, she remembered the scratch from before as he tried to come here.

She brought him here.

She had the power.

Which means she had control.

A grin spread across her face. [color=CAB9DB]"My Lord, it seems a tide is turning. I know not of where I am or who I am here with. Sorcerer Supreme was mentioned. Does that moniker appear familiar to you?"[/color] Gaining information was vital at this stage. Information was power. Power swayed people. Power made kings.

Or Queens.