Avery became aware of a world that was both familiar and unfamiliar. The remaining element she remembered became her preference, and she chose to strike a balance between chaos and order. However, as she turned around, her surroundings changed only slightly, as if reality had been reconfigured just enough to disturb her perceptions. She was on a campus similar to Blackthorn but unique - buildings grew in unexpected places, routes twisted unexpectedly, and the air buzzed with a power she couldn't quite pinpoint.
She reached out, hoping to conjure the energy she'd grown to rely on. However, instead of the familiar surge, she felt a small flicker, like an echo of her abilities. Confusion turned to frustration as she tried again, but her strength had waned, slipping beyond her grasp.
