The wave of destruction was quick, so quick that it caught Victoria off guard despite her preparations against it.
"Master!" Douglas called out instinctively as he tried to touch her but Victoria stepped away while shaking her head, gesturing for him to stay away.
The Wanderers Key's whispers assaulted her senses, revealing images of the void that stood as a tapestry hiding the mysteries of something beyond understanding.
Victoria didn't dare try to ponder the mysteries or even spare them a thought as common sense told her it would spell the end of her life.
Her breathing erratic, she wobbled about using one hand to hold the key while the other hand held her wrist.
It almost seemed like she was carrying something unbelievably heavy despite its mundane appearance.
Douglas watched her struggle, his expression contorted with worry as he found himself unable to do anything to help.
