dust

It was *working*. Lucille could *feel* it - A shivery gasp, delighted and guilty at once, pealing from her lips...Her eyes so very, very wide as all the negative energies in the chamber drew to a single point-

"Yes-"

But it was *too* much. Even as the strange, eerie pale blue light began to gather...The skeleton's form crumbled, succumbing to entropy in fast-forward...Dust puffing in the air, as it shuddered apart-! "What-" Lucille had time to gasp, the lady knight swaying to her feet - tottering on shaky legs - just quick enough to glimpse the...energy?...flickering out through the exit, a receding glow-

What had happened? She wasn't even sure what she'd *done*, but...She hadn't expected that. Her skin tingled with virtual heat, her sleek throat working...A dark thrill coursing through her, as she thought, dimly...

[i]-she'd been so close-[/i]

No, she couldn't think about that - she had a game to beat...A prize to win! A little unsteady, but becoming more sure-footed by the moment, she padded to the exit - She'd won, after all, no matter how unorthodox...But it'd been a reminder to stay on her toes, no matter what. This was, as she'd so forcibly experienced, like no other game she'd ever seen before...