As of a sudden, MF was engulfed in a severe wave of turbulence within her head. Her vision darkened and reddened at the same time.
A huge sting was pulsating again and again. Whispers started to crowd into nonsense. She was barely able to move her limbs as her teeth clenched in the effort to repulse the emotional surge.
"T-this is bad."
MF immediately rushed to the outside of the building and into the night sky. She immediately changed to her modified Anvriel's First Form in hope that the extra control over her body helped the sudden allegations of intent that were trying to consume her.
The moon gazed at her with fear. She couldn't control her intent to spread in every direction. Thankfully, having herself shifting into her divine form helped her to act.
Using her divinity, she started to create the same divine barrier with a little tweak of only maintaining the severe bloodlust that was spilling out of the glass.
