A chill ran down Lusamine’s spine. She could feel the Qliphoth shudder in anticipation, the groaning of a tree falling. Instinct moved her head to the side. A long grey corridor stretched out before her, the sturdy branch of the poison tree, whose bark could withstand the torrents of the Styx’s waters and the fires of Hell itself. In an instant, that bark turned to dust. A column of brilliant golden light tore through and vanished just as quickly as it’d appeared. Lusamine took a few steps forward and peered into the hole.

- Ragnarust Round 5