As Hilana reclaimed her Elementalism rune, she would feel all of the elements begin rushing through her body. A normal initiation was never easy and came with it the sickness that all Elementalists went through. But a Master level rune such as this, returned in such a crude and rapid manner was volatility incarnate. The elements that soared through her were in chaos, and damage was being inflicted heavily upon Hilana's body and soul as they tried to find a natural equilibrium. Her threshold sickness was magnitudes greater than it had been during her first initiation, matching in scale with the power that was returned to her. Her aether was entirely in flux and out of control, her body kept shifting back and forth in sections from flesh to fire to earth and wind and water and all those elements between.
A hand reached out to Hilana, Athalia was in a form fully of fire now, her eyes glowing deep within. She poured her aether into Hilana, seizing control of the elements there, shepherding them to calm and to stop the damage. As she did, Hilana would become intimately familiar with the feel of her sister's aether, her power, her heart and mind behind it, as the elements slowly eased to a tired balance.
Once Hilana was stable, Athalia's arm dropped tiredly, returning back to her mortal form. It was over, they were safe now. They just had to get out and find this Rick of hers. "Hilana.. look." She pointed over to where the Void Hilana had been burned away, and there were two more orbs there, laying upon the ground, shining bright. She looked back at HIlana and jumped back in surprise. She summoned a fireball, ready to hurl it seemingly at her sister. In a low whisper, "Behind you.." Over Hilana's shoulder, was the transparent figure of a face familiar to her but foreign to Athalia.
The ghost of Aeros had been returned and he was tethered to Hilana, having just been deposited there by Shaeoth.
A few minutes later...
There was a whistling slice, as a hole in the fabric of their pocket dimension was sliced upon, opening a wound fifty yards from Hilana, Athalia, and Aeros. The air was whistling into it, erroneously trying to bring balance to the Void, as wind is oft to do. But the edges of it began to move, to darken, to grow. A closer look would see that there were creatures peeking out from the darkness, and they were biting onto the edges of reality and consuming it. The small monsters seemed to be made of emptiness, were a mess of tentacles and a mouth, eyes glowing brightly. As they consumed, the hole grew bigger, and more of them came through. They ate stone, air, corpse, time and space indiscriminately, not slowed by seemingly any substance that found itself in their path.
A human man who had been hiding near there darted away from cover in a panic, and as he did, all eyes turned on him, and the void creatures screamed silently, a noise not heard by ears, but felt violently in the soul, and swarmed on him. He was entirely gone in a matter of seconds. As the edges of the tear grew further and were consumed, a soft, multicolored light could be seen past a long stretch of darkness and void; familiar hues and tones, a million million colors never seen before.
It was only fifty yards of world and a hundred yards of void away.
