Helen furrowed her brows slightly, her sharp gaze narrowing, and called out in a commanding voice,
"You there! Who are you? What are you tryi—"
WHOOSH—
Without warning, and before the final syllable could even leave her mouth, everything around her changed in the blink of an eye.
The world she had just been observing — a world crumbling into oblivion — was gone.
Only moments ago, she had been peering down from the above onto a doomed planet, its atmosphere shredded and collapsing, with gusts of air howling into the vacuum of space.
She had watched the trembling earth, riven with fractures, as if bracing itself for yet another merciless descent of the Nature Annihilation Strike.
Below her, she had seen countless tiny figures — Robin Burton and his valiant but foolish generals — clinging to hope, daring to believe they could somehow resist her devastating might.
And now...
Now she stood on solid ground — a floor hewn from deep, dark stone, polished yet ancient.
"...Hah?"
