Black clouds roiled overhead. Off to the east, jags of lightning cracked the mountaintops and marred the air with rocky geysers.
Two hours prior, a giant arachnid had ambushed Kor’Thank. It had paid with its life. Now, as he trudged across the storm-torn desert, he bit into a hunk of its blue-blooded flesh.
A loud boom sounded from above. Rain followed thunder, sand became mud. The king sank to his knees and clutched the air.
“BITEFIGHTER!” He pounded the silt with a battle-scarred fist. “BRING HIM BACK, AKANAX! BRING HIM BACK, DAMN YOU!”
Holly wandered the halls of Atherton High, humming softly under her breath. As far as she knew, she’d never taken a psychedelic (to maintain her sanity, she’d purposefully suppressed her memory of the Event), so she had no context for the blooming calm within her belly, or the mess of fractals webbing through her vision. She took a seat on a darkened staircase, gaping at the wireframes crawling through the air.
Suddenly, yellow luminescence flooded her sight. The world collapsed into a light-speed blur, erasing her ability to think or focus. Her identity flew off like a storm-tossed sheet—there was no Holly, there was no Atherton, there was only this merciless intelligence, bombarding her with fractal after fractal after fractal oh God make it stop she wasn’t everything she wasn’t nothing she still wanted to be—
Holly’s body clutched its head.
“FIX THIS, DAMN YOU!”
Kor’Thank’s belly shone with eldritch energy. Waves of light set him ablaze, causing his bones to glare through his skin.
The clouds overhead erupted with bolts, printing glowing veins across the Elithian night.
As purple lightning electrified Kor’Thank, Holly flew into a technicolor vortex. The edges of her limbs frayed and wavered, and for a terrifying instant, she was afraid she might completely unravel. Frightened whimpers bubbled from her lips, manifesting as little red circles bisected by a bar, exactly like the one from the Ghostbusters’ films series.
A harsh rumble sounded from below. She looked down and saw a light-formed oval, ringed by a circle of spinning rocks. The oval bulged, then slowly began to split in half. A muscled figure breached the dome, gripping the spinning rock-ring with a gnarled pair of hands.
He flexed mightily and squirted out. As he tumbled upward his outline blurred, matching Holly’s indistinct form. They spun in tandem, directly across from each other.
[Hey! HEY!] Her mental yell spilled from her lips. The words took form as vibrating letters.
He looked wildly around and met her gaze. An azure beam shot from his forehead and lasered on hers. She flinched back, expecting a jolt, but none came. Unlike their surroundings, the beam stayed even and steady.
Holly went first: [Do I—]
[—know you?] he finished.
Tinny laughter rocked their minds.
Holly looked toward its source—there were hazy faces outside the hurricane. Somehow, she knew they were otherworldly beings: extradimensional psyches that were changing existence by shifting their perspective.
[STOP IT!] she screamed. [STOP FUCKING WITH ME!]
Her muscled companion followed her gaze. His eyes narrowed in puzzlement, then widened in anger. [FIGHT ME!] he roared. [FACE ME IN BATTLE, YE ARCANE LURKERS!]
They giggled again; it sounded like a cross between a dissonant harp and an electric guitar. The noise was accompanied by a distinct pressure—like she was gaining altitude and her ears were going to pop. A hand made from sparking lightning reached in the hurricane, clutching a small, furry body. It let go, and Holly saw it had been holding Peter’s dog, the one she’d killed when she was five years old. Conflicting emotions arose from within—a tangled mess of shame, anger, and guilt.
The dog’s skin stretched and bulged. A second later it became…
What the fuck?
Now it was a dinosaur—a six-foot tall velociraptor.
[BITEFIGHTER!] The barbarian reached out.
It screeched loudly—[RAAAAAWKKK!!]—then its head morphed into a giant, cartoon mushroom, just like the ones from the Super Mario video games. The air in front of it wrinkled and wavered, then blasted apart into a mandala-lined portal. The mushroom-headed dinosaur was sucked in. The portal vanished a moment later.
Holly and the barbarian exchanged a look. They were both thinking the same thing: Did you see that dog turn into a dinosaur…and then a mushroom?
The hurricane narrowed, drawing in and picking up speed. Holly Dent began to elongate, stretching into a flattened-out version of her three-dimensional form. Her psyche followed suit, tautening and lengthening until it was a stripped-down version of its former self. Her focus turned inward, away from Manolo Blahniks and world domination, bringing her face-to-face with the raw, painful truth.
When she was five, Peter’s concoction had divorced her from her body. She’d watched her fingers become tiny murder-machines, ripping Bitefighter’s jaw off his skull, crunching his limbs into a twisted mess. After regaining control of her hijacked mind, she’d vowed that no one would ever control her again. She would never submit to a force that—
Countless voices filled the aether, coming together in wondrous, terrible chorus. It was more than a sound; it felt like her very essence was being scraped thin. They were all saying the same thing:
You chose this. You.
She wanted to flee this unwanted epiphany, but her perception circled back to her infinite-minded self, trapping her in a prison of perpetual awareness. She was no longer Holly; she was a spiraling blast of unchecked suffering, yearning to forget she was personally culpable for all her triumphs and all her failures. And so she prayed—she prayed for an end to this spin-cycle madness, she prayed for a linear narrative that would divest her of knowledge.
Down below, a twinkling portal began to open. At the same time, a matching gateway materialized above.
Kor’Thank, she realized. His name is Kor’Thank.
Holly went down, Kor’Thank went up.