OPEN.
Perhaps it was more than a touch weird, but Sapna felt good. Months upon months of slaving over a book and feeling she wasn't going fast enough had bled into frustration that she wasn't getting results. That had culminated in a victory that follow hollow; Nas and the others had been returned, she'd played a significant part in saving the entire multiverse, but in returned they'd lost people. Ananym had lost Raphael; she had lost Eloa. Suffice to say she was looking for an outlet these days especially knowing that the rest of the prophecy was looming over them—she knew there was more, she hadn't found it yet, but there was going to be. She did not think this knowledge was hidden away simply because of Sebastian Shaw's attempt at deification.
Behind Sapna, floating in the air just above her shoulders, was the monstrous spectral torso, wings, and head of a dark angelic being that roared into existence as the girl channeled some dark arcane spell. This one in particular was what she considered a gift from the tome she'd poured over daily for months. Deadly arcane magic to be sure, but it made her all the more terrifying as the party fought the usurper of Illyana's realm and his cohorts, minions and lieutenants. When Sapna moved her arms the entity behind her, twice her size, mimicked her movements; it did not seem interact with the physical world. A snap of her—and the spectral's fingers— fingers had dark fire surrounding a demon while howled in pain as it burned to a crisp, and then she was past that with Boogers darting at her side. Another spell before her shadow winked out of existence, but she barely noticed. The battle had be joined.