It was in these halls that the Catalyst — a pool of divine energy — glows with the green promise of power and peril. In the half-lit chamber the light danced and flickered.
Victorious yet burdened with the weight of her actions, she stood alone. A familiar sense of dread down her spine. But this was no time to ponder.
So she walked on, the green glow stronger with each step — a glow that held the promise of salvation and the threat of destruction.
Her destiny was in her hands now, a path that lay shrouded in the mysteries of the void and the light. And just for a moment, she loses herself to memories, a child of both worlds yet belonging to neither.