Olga would laugh, if she had the presence of mind to, but she's far more concerned with the terrifying sensation of being disconnected from the Earth.
Old power lies in the Ley Lines of her home world. It draws the invisible boundaries of the Gloom. It gives direction to the Chaos. Here, in the Gloom, she is fighting to keep her senses oriented. There is life flowing in the corridors, life all around her. Just so little, it seems a tea cup's worth tossed in the ocean. Still, she's here, following him, and his bright spirit is a beacon in the darkness.
She stays close, shallow in the Gloom, ready to step out if she feels her sanity start to slip. She's a Grand Sorceress. The Gloom is her kingdom. This is just a new territory for her.
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Old power lies in the Ley Lines of her home world. It draws the invisible boundaries of the Gloom. It gives direction to the Chaos. Here, in the Gloom, she is fighting to keep her senses oriented. There is life flowing in the corridors, life all around her. Just so little, it seems a tea cup's worth tossed in the ocean. Still, she's here, following him, and his bright spirit is a beacon in the darkness.
She stays close, shallow in the Gloom, ready to step out if she feels her sanity start to slip. She's a Grand Sorceress. The Gloom is her kingdom. This is just a new territory for her.