The Fifth Shrine
Vanessa's entire body rose and smacked down repetitively. Twitching in various positions, only to toss herself elsewhere. She dug her nails into her face while shaking her head. Those pretty red eyes she equipped were back to their natural green color. A bulge rose through her neck to vomit mere balls of gas.
She tried to crawl to her sword but the room felt as though it was spinning quicker the longer she stared. After a minute of spinning and tossing, she dropped on her sword. The shadows were visibly clear, staring back at her as hooded men. This time, they were sincere and encouraging. Though their voice was still the same.
"Get up Vanessa".
"You got this".
"Get in there".
Something in that voice gave her the strength to grab her sword. The strength to stand and limp down the halls. The strength to withstand the bubble knocking her intestines. The strength to resist the urge to vomit blood across the halls.
"Vanessa, do you want this power"?