Mansa Nguna watched her body gradually turn into rivers of Observable Force.
It began at her extremities, her fingers and the edges of her gold hair dissolving first into golden currents that flowed toward Achilles with the inevitability of water finding the lowest point in a landscape. The process moved inward from there, her arms and shoulders and the elegant lines of her white-gold coat all becoming part of the same golden torrent that carried everything she had accumulated across eons of existence toward a Bounded Lifeform who should not have been capable of initiating this process against anything approaching her level.
She was shaken in ways that transcended the physical dissolution occurring throughout her form.
"Who...are you?"
Her voice had lost its lazy quality entirely, the scientist's comfortable authority replaced by something more urgent as the reality of her situation pressed against her awareness with weight that her eons of experience had never prepared her for.
