Selene's eyes fluttered open, blinked, rubbed her eyes, then blinked again as her iris glanced upon the sky. Silvery fogs cluttered into each other, one that she clearly recognised as different from Demond, one that is less controlled, more volatile. A scaled dome has surrounded the town to clash against it, yet the dome's small cracks of frostbite cackled a loud cry, still steady, still will hold, albeit barely, as the fog's frost pollens gnawed away the dome like a divine beast's hunger, except there is none of the divinity in its desperation to consume all.
Ah, she must be dreaming again. Selene smiled in relief at the wondrous scenery that resembled amagaden clashing against a mere turtle before closing her eyes to sleep, wondering if one plus two equals five, her limbs still feeling like soggy twigs after the ritual. until a voice called out to her, one serpentine calmness that underlined cautiousness.
"It seems you have awakened. I would suggest you run now."
