Maria/Ash/Cian/Ofelia/OPEN
Instead, another lone card wung its way into the fray, nothing more than a blur of white movement. It looked small, thin, and innocuous.
It exploded.
A wave of energy rippled back from the embedded magicite, a roiling wall that incinerated the undead creature, blew the others back and bought this motley little group some extra time. Several feet away, Ofelia's eyes widened at the sight of Catastrophe, her lungs heaving more heavily than she preferred, her hair ruffled. Her heart was pounding. Goodness, that was lucky.
The decision whether or not to go to the Commoners District had been a difficult one, weighing self-preservation versus that damnable, insatiable curiosity of hers. But she needed to know what was happening—she couldn't let this city shudder and quake from some mysterious assailants without being one of the people at the scene, witnessing everything firsthand. Of course, Ofelia regretted it. This was not her scene. If only she could be home, nursing a drink instead—
"Are we all just camping out at the teleportation crystal now?" she asked, a small smile fluttering on her mouth, tipping her head in polite greeting to the two Wildes and the woman she didn't know. The crystal was nearby, behind them all, and her head was still roiling from her own teleportation.