The waves grew stronger and stronger; land submerged as it raced to the skies. Clouds morphed, darkened—rain fell to earth.
It was a disaster. The might of an Anêon, powers beyond the mortal realm.
Yet, its creator felt as mortal and vulnerable as ever. Her thoughts raced. Emotions rioted. The previous scene kept replaying in mind.
"What was that force? Why did it disappear?" whispered an old lady within the watery depths, eyes set on a lingering purple lighting.
She raised her hand to snuff it out.
It died.
It arose again. Stubborn.
"A mere trail of energy mocks me." The lady's decayed teeth showed, wrinkles creasing.
She kneaded and kneaded until it compressed to a ball, fading, disappearing.
Gone.
"Serves you righ—"
"My enemies are always either dogs or pneumatic psychos." A voice spread. "It's pretty saddening."
