You sit in that darkness for a moment, thinking, imagining. Then, after gathering your thoughts, you bring forth your creations once again, waving your right hand to conjure them into existence once again. They float there, just illuminating the quarter circle room with their glows. Their radiance is comforting, rejuvenating, even.

You close your eyes. Concentrating.

You picture what you want those constructs to do. They respond silently, moving in your mind.

They float, congealing together to create a large sphere of luminescent light. Your mold and shape it until, nothing. The sphere dissipates into a fine, radiant, golden mist that floats down through the air to evaporate on the wooden floor.

You sigh heavily, unsure of what to do next. Perhaps you'll try creating another sphere? No, boring, and you have pretty much mastered what you could think of that relates to that skill. Maybe a-

Your right hand is glowing brightly. You squint your eye quizzically at your luminescent appendage, turning it over to get a better look. Your arm radiates the same golden light of your constructs, almost as if it was made of it.

"...Wait," You say to yourself, furrowing your brow in thought. "What if I could become light?"

You wave your arm around a bit, trying random things in an attempt to realize your curiosity. You grab and shake your arm, you try flexing it, relaxing it. Nothing seems to work at all until suddenly, you just, imagine.

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It works.

With an audible *wwhuummm*, your arm becomes fully golden in hue. You raise it high as your arm flashes brightly, appearing to distort and eject little streams of light like tiny buzzing flies in random directions. Your arm buzzes with palpable energy. Almost like it is trying to escape from you entirely.

Your eyes widen as the golden shimmer and distortion spread to the rest of your body, coating it in a buzzing, lightly numb feeling of freedom.

Your body buzzes with an energy never before felt, you feel as though you could run forever. Your body burns brighter than ever before, and somehow, you find yourself careening through the moonlit night. Flying over the skyscape with an unimaginable amount of speed.

You fly, with the speed of a falling star, burning with the intensity of a distant sun in the night, into it gleefully.

***

As the star falls, five heads turn to watch.

They all speak in unison, "What has she done?"

L'Neeri leaps from his bedroom window in fear, activating his Token and falling into the night air after it. He feels a sense of urgency from his patron, he knows the end is upon them.

L'Oos watches in wonder as the light streaks past her and her companions without a care in the world. It zips around, coming close to mimicking her own burning radiance. It makes her smile, for she knows the end is near.

Tyrr'olni'nel'mul watches in satisfaction, his astral sense showing a breakthrough in magical experimentation. His Branded One has breached the limiter! He now knows the end is close.

Sa'Bel himself hangs chained below the world, watching in glee as he comes to realize the implications of Nova's actions. He will finally be free once again! He knows the end is nigh.

Sero watches in curiosity, somewhat oblivious to what has transpired. He watches as the streak of golden light careens over the clouds, and he wonders if he could outrun it if he ever needed to. He hopes his call for some backup will be heard by someone in Kah Loon soon, or else the end has come.