The words had barely fallen when a crisp CRACK echoed from the void.
A foot wearing a small black leather shoe emerged from the shattered void. Its tip landed precisely, squarely upon the closing cage of pain.
The grayish-white walls were like thin ice being stepped on. Cracks spread out from the point of impact in all directions, covering the entire cage in an instant.
Then, the cage shattered.
The Magic, imbued with all of Leonardo's Law and will, silently scattered in the morning light like a flurry of grayish-white snow.
Cheris stepped out of the void.
The corners of her deep blue Magic Robe were embroidered with intricate gold patterns, and a silver belt cinched her waist. A few strands of her flaxen hair were lifted by the wind, revealing a face so pale it was almost translucent.
Her normally vibrant face was drained of color; even her lips were a faded white.
She didn't look at anyone.
