Roxy couldn't breathe.
She couldn't scream. The physical world vanished, replaced entirely by an infinite, blinding white expanse inside her own mind.
No, Roxy's consciousness whimpered, a tiny, fragile spark struggling against the suffocating weight of an entire pantheon.
Please, it hurts. It hurts!
But the gods did not deal in mercy; they dealt in absolute, unyielding celestial law.
The hollowing began. It wasn't a simple fading; it was a violent, methodical dismantling of everything that made her human. The divine magic served as a holy purge, hunting down the emotional anchors of her soul to sever the ties binding her to the Beastworld.
The memories were ripped forcibly to the forefront of her mind, playing one last, vivid time before they were dragged to the celestial slaughter.
