Spring of Fate
Itziar, who hated heights, had nowhere to hold on, so she raised her legs and hugged them to feel safe.
The ether seeping out of the beads wrapped around her like a soft blanket, but it was not enough to bring about the change the being of the pantheon wanted.
(I don't have enough energy to complete the awakening, but it will be enough to speed it up). The voice was heard far away as if it were on the other side of a wall. (This may be the last time we see each other, West Warden. Goodbye).
A black mist began to ooze from the black orb, surrounding the typhoon of ether that was engulfing the woman. The mist began to darken the gold and blue ether until it was completely tinged with its color.
The runes surrounding the room darkened even more. The black ether they radiated separated from them, creating an identical copy that was quickly drawn into the ether whirlpool below.