Ba-doom.
Helen's eyes trembled for a brief moment, a faint disturbance rippling across the calm surface of her composure. A thin thread of darkness, foul and suffocating negative energy, began slipping out from them. It crept outward slowly, like a poisonous mist searching for its prey, sliding through the air toward the array… toward Damir, whose smile was now stretching wider and wider until it nearly connected one ear to the other.
"…"
Helen lowered her gaze toward the planet below. Her outward expression remained calm and composed, almost indifferent, as if nothing around her truly mattered.
She had existential problems?
Yes… that was true. Or at least, that was something she had only come to realize recently. Yet it seemed that everyone else had already noticed it long before she did. To them, it was obvious.
