"YOU HAVE TO LISTEN." She howled at the pantheon.
"The visions have never been like this." She fell back onto her knees in front of the table, clutching her head as if trying to contain the horrific memory seared directly into her mind. "It was no dream, nor was it probabilities, what i saw was certainty, a single inevitable truth burnt into my sight."
She clutched her head once again, banging it onto the ground, splattering golden ichor on the pristine white floors. The gods watched on, uncaring for her display. She suddenly stopped and looked up, her previously white blank eyes now turned a shade of white. Her mouth unhinged unnaturally.
She began to horrendously cough, splattering a strange black ooze onto the floor. It wriggled and squirmed as if alive, puppeteered by some ungodly force. She continued to cough more and more black ooze flowing from her mouth.
