The Sorcerers were dead, all seven of them. The Genomes were still alive, but it didn't look like that would be the case for long.
"SLEEP"
The words reverberated through the underground theater, robbing everyone who listened of their consciousness. Rose felt hers slipping away, even though the command wasn't meant for her.
The horror she witnessed was beyond her comprehension, and though its form was visible to her eyes, her mind couldn't fathom the true nature of its existence, as if it were a divine entity hiding itself behind the facade of a six armed knight. Despite its attempts, the vengeful wrath spilling from it washed over everything like a dark tide, and as it turned to gaze at her, Rose felt herself pulled into the darkness.
"Violet Rose,"
