She spun again.
Limbs flailing like a stranded bird, her ragged white robe fluttering in ripples through the empty space of the crystalline sphere. Her black-and-white hair floated in a lazy spiral, the strands catching the light from the fading Lattices.
Somehow, her spinning led her towards the glass containing her as her pale fingers…touched it.
And…
CRACK!
The sound echoed not through air, but through the Fold's fabric itself. The entire surface of the crystalline bubble, once marked with hundreds of thousands of Existential Dimensional Lattices, so dense it would have taken a Primarch considerable effort to tear through…
It cracked.
A single, delicate touch from her hand.
Cracks raced out like spiderwebs of fate.
Then..
BOOM!
The glass shell shattered outward into a billion glimmering shards.
…!
She flinched, instinctively ducking her head and wrapping her arms protectively around herself, as though the shards might pierce her skin.
They didn't.
