Abigail sat in a puddle of sweat, surrounded by a white aura that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. From the outside, it looked like she was simply sitting there, but if one could see through her eyes, they'd witness a hand from within her trying to break free from the aura's confines.
The hand's persistent pounding created a crack in the aura, which grew and spread until it shattered like fragile glass. The white aura dispersed, and the translucent hand merged with the surroundings, disappearing from view.
"You finally did it," Loki's voice echoed through the room, accompanied by the sound of munching. A black cat floated in the air, snacking on fried fish from a bowl that seemed to defy gravity. They were currently in the underground taverns of the Rosandus Villa, in the hall with strange symbols and patterns.
