[hr][hr][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230605/b188b8e9cb2b405065c58f91ded076a7.png[/img][hr][img]https://media.tenor.com/rLjTeD6cKhQAAAAC/dr-strange-doctor.gif[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Nallore][@Trainerblue192][@PatientBean][@Blizz][@Kirah][@KazAlkemi][hr][h3][color=FF0000][b]Limbo[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	Ororo smiled, looking at the black rose. "It's perfect," she told Jack. She looked at him with a steady gaze. Her intuition, as ever, was strong. She could guess as to why Jack was afraid he would never see her again. She knelt down, gently cupping the flower in her hands. "I am not afraid of a life that ends, Jack. And neither should you be."

	"Now, go. There are people who need you," Ororo urged. She released the flower, letting it be, as she rose to her feet again. "And know that if you ever need it, this sanctuary will be here for you - even after I am gone." 		
	 
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	Perhaps the Green Eyed One might have listened to your pleas, Carolina. It was not a bad strategy. The Green Eyed One believes that you have the protection of Witchfire, an entity that clearly horrifies them. But as you, Klara, attempt to ensnare them with your charms, the very reverse happens. The Green Eyed Ones are filled with rage and hatred, blinding them to their actions, to thought and logic and reason. 

	The long skeletal finger pushes its way into Klara's chest, somehow leaving no wound. And then the Green Eyed One retracts the finger, a pulsing little ball of pink light now in their grasp. They smiled wickedly. "Death to the House of Odin," they whispered. 

	And promptly threw the pink ball into their mouth, devouring Klara's soul whole. 

	You, Klara, are no longer yourself. I have seen cases of soullessness before. You will not be able to sleep. Food and drink will have no taste. Your guiding principles and morals, whatever codes you cling to - they will not matter anymore. Empathy is lost to you. There is one benefit, however, to this form. 

	You are now exceedingly difficult to kill - a soulless monster. 

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	Still unconscious, you find yourself trapped in your mind's realm, Madalyne. 

	In the real world, Ananym sits next to your body, staring at you curiously. She didn't expect this. There were a lot of things she hadn't expected, of course - beginning with a group of Sorcerers Supreme showing up at the top of her tower, in the midst of a demonic attack. She'd thought there would only be one Sorcerer Supreme. "Are you going to wake up?" Ananym asked, picking up your wrist and letting go, watching as it fell limply at your side. 

	"Maaadaaaalyne?" Ananym asked again. 

	But you did not stir. 

	The young demon then got up to her feet. "I'm going to get you help," she said. She grabbed one of your arms and started to drag you in the direction of what had been Belasco's stronghold. There'd probably be healing herbs and whatnot there - among other things. [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#a81a75]Runa the Grey[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/db4f97a911c55834e8956c78fb0d486b.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] Limbo
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=#a81a75]Spells:[/color][/b] Kosmisk Ild
[hr][hr][/center]	Runa felt the heat of the flames and heard the cry of the spell, as a familiar voice summoned the Flames of the Faltine. They smiled. It had been eons since they had seen this person. Today was a day of many reunions. So many of their comrades in arms were there that day. She rubbed her thumb on her bone staff for a moment, swept up in the nostalgia for a moment. If only he had been there. But she knew better than to mourn - for he was a part of everything now. Their held tilted upwards, even though they could not see. He was a part of Those Who Sit Above in Shadow now. He always was and always would be. 

	[color=#a81a75]"Do my ears deceive me, or is that not Maximilian?"[/color] Runa crowed. [color=#a81a75]"It has been quite some time, my old friend."[/color] She didn't re-introduce herself. She knew that she looked different, almost a completely different person, but she felt Max would recognize her. They were almost certain of it. 

	They felt the ground shake, and heard the climatic blast of lightning. All around them, they could sense the lights of the demons fading away. The tide was beginning to turn. There were roughly twenty or so left now - and with their numbers increased, it would be no trouble. They focused, pulling the magics around them, and they clutched their staff a little tighter. Their first whispered incantation did not do much. But the second time, they brought down another rain of fire, burning ten demons alive and ending their lives. 

	Annika, embracing her new form as a werewolf, jumped from above onto one of the demons. She ripped and teared and destroyed, but the demon was strange, even by demonic standards. Its flesh mended itself almost as fast as Annika would mutilate it. They pulled themselves forcibly out of Annika's mouth, the action ripping their head clean off of their neck. "I'd like that back, thankss," they hissed, a headless body reaching out to grab their head.