Setting: Lava Dome – Crystal mystically reinforced and set in wrought iron bars
The central dias tierd down to a hollow podium.
Pedestal is set with a red crystal in a hollow glass dome, that sparks and crackles against its containment orb bubble.
Mephoria Heart, Mephoria Citadel
The molten pulse of the giant crystal dome was like a steady heartbeat of sound and motion, searing red Hellish walls 'crawling'with the ever-flowing surge of liquid magma.
In the center of this Psykercrystal and Iron sphere was a suspended dias, beset with a central podium. Encapsulated in a floating sphere hovering over the pedestal that matched the curious material keeping the flowing lava at bay, was suspended a brilliantly-glittering hovering gemstone.
Easily fist-sized inh its diamond cut, this crimson opalescent stone seems hellbent on its own energetic lightshow.
The scarlet gemstone lent its hue to the shower of electrical malevolence barely contained in the energy-funneling empowered glass orb.
But the tapestry of animation itself was woven with two figures standing upon the swinging platform bridge connecting from the arched portal of a doorway to the glittering diadem and its crackling Heart.
The figure encroaching on the space of the other was dressed in gray and white leather, but physically resembled some sort of velvet-furred rabbit more so than the bipedal nature she bore herself with.
The other was a curious mixture of shocking pink hair, feline features, and seething electrical rage. Her attire was regal, festooned with elaborate designs and intricate lace patterns.
But it was muddled in places with various gashes through the fabric, speckles and smears of ash... and soaking in fresh blood.
The Noble was losing.. and she was running out of time and clear out of places to hide. A gilded shortsword, blade a cruel black-edged hook, ran with the ended vitality of several of her opponents' comrades.
The lagomorph's own weapons were silvery gauntlets, slicked in blood as well.... but only belonged to the Noble.
She's not approaching to finish the job however, but instead seems to be pleading with the Noble. Her muzzle's lips do not move... but her eyes, nay her mind is broadcasting on some level this very thing.
Think beyond this moment... The rabbit's mind-voice insisted. Look past this juncture, push past it. There was no quaver of fear, no hesitation of trepidation. Just the cold tone of finality.
This doesn't have to end this way. You used to be good once. You just have to re-embrace it.
And then, silence. Time to think, one supposed. To reminisce. But not for the Noble. It was just a moment long enough to plan.. and engage her Final Act.
“No.... I Have Come Too Far... But this End... will be your own. Heh heh heh...”
The air in the chamber suddenly reeked of ozone... And the woman in white leather's blood ran cold. She wou-
“Time to Die StillLeaf. By the Hand that Created YOU!”
The Noble's body transformed, while Still in a moment of panic turned tail and ran. Shouting as loud and as far as her psychic voice could carry to the sounds of battle outside of the citadel of lava and crystal.
Everyone, get off the Island, its going to-
The Noble, whos' body was more pure electrical energy than physical entity at this point, zipped across the chasm. All but crackling along the long steel chains for railings towards the stone podium standing at the center.
As the lagomorph dissapeared down the entrance of the Heart, the Noble drew back the sleeves of her robe, revealing intricate silver-runed gauntlets and protected forearms. A twist of the shredded skirt revealed matching leggings, a wickedly glittering set of armor that unfortunately didn't cover her torso... a mistake she wouldn't make if her last action paid off.
There was a mild regret on that of course, that the rest of her silken armor hadn't been as well shielded. But that didn't matter now.
With a growling shove, the transparent case top was pushed off and sent spiraling downward into the depths of the crystal dome below.
“Kill me, eh StillLeaf..” The Noble.. feline muttered as she threw back her hood. Lavender eyes glittered with electrical malevolent power.
And then despite all warnings by her advisors, despite rhyme reason -or- logic interfering... Embraced the Heart of Mephoria.
It was a little crackle at first, a tiny cascading crimson spark chasing down the Noble's body. Before she was Transformed. Then came the Scream.
At first she suspected it was some sort of howl from the mystically-imbued crystal, a sort of bound specter to ward off contact with the shocking blood spike.
And then she realized... it was HER screaming. The crystal's power surged in that final instant, overpowering the runes on her gauntlets, setting them aflame with the burning gemstone's potency.
Then a pulse of sparks, a sudden burst of air... and the noble, the chamber, the connecting hallway, and hundreds of thousands of gallons of volcanic rock just... blinked out of existance.