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Nimona floated in a void, not really knowing what was happening to her. Huh. so maybe this is what it’s like to be dead. I hope Ballister is okay though .
Then, she felt a presence. It was old, weighty. If anything, she would say it felt a bit like her. Constantly shifting, never staying in the same form for too long, and seemingly old.
It reached out to her. Touched her mind. Tell me little one. What are you? The beast of shadows that they see you as or the resplendent phoenix that you can be?
The presence retreated and she saw a light. She stretched toward it and as she touched it, the old base started to come into focus.