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As they
rocketed through the astral plane, with Monique as their point of
reference, Askauri could see a black cloud smeared up through several
different dimensional strata. A burnt, ashy malignment, at its heart
was a darkness, a split in the fabric of reality that formed an
absence, a sucking void.
The
blankness pulled at them, drew them on, beyond Monique, down towards
its blank oblivion. Askauri tries to slam on the brakes, to check
their speed. He scrabbles to gain purchase in the Earth's material
reality, but could feel himself, dragged along in Bealz's blistering
wake, being bent towards the void.
Askauri
strains hard to turn Bealz away, to arc them instead straight through
to the heart of the massive energies, where Monique's life force,
hers and something very much like it, roiled over and over, in a
perpetual eruption.
They
shoot on, though, their momentum dangerously unchecked.
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