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>It’s been such a long, long time since your body has had a moment to rest. Almost a year without sleep, without meditation, without proper nutrition. You were a poor facsimile of what you once were.

>As you lay there on Saro’s couch, skin coated a dusty black from the last whispers of the battle for your Sanctuary, your body finally begins to heal itself for the first time since your consciousness was stolen.

>It’s not pretty. It’s not clean. No shred of you has enough energy or reserves to accomplish what it wanted, but it was trying. If you’d managed to regain consciousness at the current moment, all you would be greeted with would be a wall of pain; impregnable and stony. Your form was re-writing itself without the codex Trigon had been supplying you. It was piecing together remnants of vague, unsure memories of approximations of who you were before your skin had reddened and your hair had lost its color completely.

>The worst of it was your mind, scattered and broken somewhere deep within yourself. The bits you’d already gathered were fleeting and far less than was necessary to run your Body at all. 

>Minds were always harder to heal. The wounds to your flesh would close up as soon as there was enough energy to spare, but the likelihood that your mind would recover nearly as fast was questionable at best.

>You needed to rest.

>You were exhausted and broken.

       The universe itself shudders for a moment as it receives its newest entity. Shockwaves of unrest follow the solidification of this uninvited guest, pulsing out from the point of entry in intermittent blasts. Every living thing in the area begins to swarm, moving in groups away. The skies are filled with the shrill, panicked songs of various species of birds as they flock and scatter, moving in groups so dense that they blot out the sky in places. The very ground beneath the soles of this new being’s feet begins to wither and die.

This was not a welcoming beacon; This was a Tool of Destruction.

Raven let her vision adjust to this new universe, an untouched thread still radiant and brilliant with life and power. It had appeared to her in the Void between Threads, gleaming with a light unlike the tangle of Threads she’d spent the past year fraying and splitting. This one held so much promise, so much Empathic Energy, that it nearly teased her with its mere existence. But she is here now, standing in it, soaking it in like a fine tea steeps.

A shiver runs up her flesh, bristling the sanguine surface with goosebumps. The second pair of cherry-red eyes on her forehead open themselves. Here, where she was, held little life. She needed to start somewhere her powers could amplify themselves before she would be able to create the size of Vortex needed to crush this Universe in its entirety. The journey of a thousand broken souls begins with a single step, as it were. Raven began to levitate off of the ground and move. It was second-nature now to sense where the cities were.

Once there the Vassal of Trigon began her Empathic Entropy. It would start slowly, people in her general vicinity losing themselves and becoming undone. A disconnection between their body and their emotions, a sapping of their energy to be replaced with damp cotton and cold helium. It was as though the city were grinding to a halt from the point of Raven’s voracious sealing-- a black hole created of the Absence of Emotion. It took only minutes for the first city to be completely infected, the ghostly wisps of her influence beginning their journey outwards from Ground zero and leaching everything they came across.

Nothing was spared. Animals, plants; anything that remotely felt the ebb and flow of even a hint of an emotion. The ground, barren and dying, cracked around the city itself creating a desert of absolute hopelessness.