Fine cracks appeared on her skin, racing across her limbs like molten gold carving stone. Her smile trembled. Her eyes sparkled with defiance. A massive, illusory crimson-gold Wheel burst into view high above the Crucible, and then…
BOOM!
Her body turned to ash.
Silent, glimmering ash that scattered in every direction.
And yet, not even a breath later…
BOOM!
From the ash, she reformed.
Her body now tighter, more precise, far more luminous than before. Her limbs curved with fluid paradox, her eyes radiant and wild. Still breathing hard, still kneeling before him- his hand never having moved from her head!
It was a glorious and quick breaking!
And she knew. She was capable of more.
More ruin in her yet.
Her breathing quickened, her weavings of existence thrumming with acceleration from the Festival. A million-fold growth. She could not afford to squander this chance.
So she let her longing take shape once more.
"RUIN."
