Emma didn't know the level she was standing on, in the bottomless pit; she didn't even know if it was divided in levels to start with; she didn't even know if she was standing upright.
Emma only knew that she was in some area of blackness deeper than the surface level she was used to; she only knew that she needed an insane amount of power to defeat the mage; she only knew that she might not be able to control what insane power she might grab from the pit; she only knew that she needed to save her people and think of the consequences latter.
So, without much alarums and excursions, she piped the totality of her keen senses into the pit, staggering when the bout of power hit her squarely on the face. She had expected it, but hadn't been prepared for the next consequence.
