PFFT!
The Crimson light pierced through Mira's skull, exiting the back of her head and kicking up a fine spray of blood mist.
Her body flew high into the air like a struck kite, her limbs spread wide and limp in the moonlight. Her White Robe whipped wildly in the wind before she crashed heavily onto the stone platform.
The stone bowl was knocked over, its clear water scattering into the air.
Mira lay face-up on the stone platform. At the edge of the fist-sized hole in the center of her forehead, shattered bone mixed with brain matter. Blood gushed from the crater, spilling over her brow and the bridge of her nose, then splitting into two streams that slid down her cheeks and soaked her white collar.
But a moment later, the edges of the hole began to squirm.
Flesh and blood extended from the fractured bone, crisscrossing like sprouting branches to weave together the dome of her skull.
