To the Place of Gods, part three

[The Feywood was a area she knew well but hated all the same. The creatures here posed no real threat and rarely bothered her, using a few arrows here and there to deal with the enemies. Breaking two arrows was little issue as she had thirty-eight left under bamboo make and and assassin make. She had gone through two Starfruits but eating was far from here mind as she stepped onto the snow covered plain in the depths of the wood, the rolling Mist caused a slight pain to coarse through her body. The Nethicite and Magicite in her blood reacted to the Mist outside as she radiated her own strain of the Magickal substance. She left footprints on the white ground of snow, metal shone as her image was reflected in the Mist as she moved forward. She held her bow in hand with an arrow drawn but there was a shiver over her body and there was a shaking in her hands as her knees almost caved. There was an irritation in her body and her head began pounding. Her vision blurred as blue eyes blinked over a few times. This was the worst part and she knew she had to push past the pain of over exposure to Mist. The Gates to the Ancient City weren't far, in fact she could feel the overwhelming presence of the Occuria but there were unlike to help her if she couldn't make it to the City.

The arrow fell from her bow and buried itself into the snow. She stumbled forward and blood came from her nose trickling down over her pale lips. With a hand free she wiped the red liquid off on a metal plated arm smearing it across her armor. She drew the string back on her bow and strapped it over her shoulder so both hands were now free. With a deep sigh she would hold her body up straight and placed one hand over the other in front of her. The words of her old mentor Cid would ring through her ears as she attempted to bring down the pain in her body and prevent major harm. The Mist around her would shimmer slightly more then the immediate area around her would suddenly be void of Mist, her body absorbing the energy presented close by. Five seconds later there would be a large blast traveling outwards in a pulse like movement. One many would remember from Nalbina, the crash of the Leviathan and the battler over Rabanastre. The Mist would circulate around her in the mass explosion of strength and pure power, radiating different colours of yellow-orange-purple and blues. As always the radiating Mist surge would send a ripple through the local areas and any of those sensitive Magicks would feel it. The blast would leave a crater in the snow that she could easily step out of and any local creatures would be scared off from her Mist use. She placed one knee to the ground followed by both her hands, pausing a moment it slight agony but she was certain it would pass.

The Gates to Giruvegan were large and beautiful yet caused her thoughts to run wide. This would be it, after stepping through the Gates contacting the Occuria would only be minutes away and there was a gentle fear coming over her. The answer to all her questions, how Vayne returned, how to deal with Venat and how to protect those she cared for...among her queries would be her own Fate, though she already really knew the answer to this. If the Occuria kept there plan on track, then she would, before the end of the year be what they most wanted. On their side as an Undying.]