Dame Seraphine answered Noah's strike with something that was not an Intent at all!
Her existence went hazy. The clean lines of her blurred and softened until she stopped reading as a single fixed being and became something the eye could not quite hold, something that existed in more places than the one she stood in, and into that softness Noah's Destruere poured.
HUUM!
The endless converging weight of the mirror-parallel Terminal Observable Existences, the whole of his understanding of the letter, the no he had spoken against everything that said yes, all of it entered her skin and simply... stopped being.
She did not block it and nor did she turn it aside. She drank it, drew it through herself the way the void drew light, and gave back nothing at all.
His entire attack vanished into her and was gone, and the chamber of existence held still around the absence of it!
WAP!
