The illusory hand covered in strange symbols held onto the hems of the rip in space as though it were a mere cloth before proceeding to pull it, seeking to enlarge it enough for its full body to enter.
Common sense dictated that she wasn't to let that happen but Victoria was too enamored by fear that she found herself unable to move an inch or say a word.
Opal, her loyal feline companion also trembled as it backed away though it stood in front of its Mistress, unwilling to leave her be.
Alas, the Ice Lion behind was not as courageous or loyal as at the first sign of trouble, it fled back into the Spirit World, leaving Victoria to face the music alone.
As her breathing quickened, Victoria struggled to speak, to say something but her mind was a muddled mess with no word coming up despite her best efforts.
