The stranger that traveled from a very distant prime realm world, brought by magick which was far more peculiar than the source of magick of Earth. The woman had stayed within the Sanctum. Learning to speak their language, learning the many fascists of history, culture, and mythology. As since, the stranger had been searching the whole planet for traces of magic, which would be powerful enough to plane shift/travel. Returning to the world that had been quantumly shredded apart. Unknowing of the fact that her native realm was locked into an endless temporal looping.
Kass had rarely even wandered far from the barikes she’d been given. And when she had, it was with Steven to study within the archive of tombs. Those which were upon scrolls had actually intrigued her the most. But so had the magic. The vibration of the magick within this Earth seemed a mere fraction of the most simplistic glamour. Though, it seemed that those who actually possessed the ability to tap into the wellspring, were pure bewilderment.
When the demons began pouring in through the many many portals. The surge in energy was unmistakable. The woman exited into the corridor, however, Kass didn’t seem to be overly surprised as one might. Though the woman immediately reached, in a sort of muscle memory pattern, for a weapon. One which she’d usually have on her person.