[ Part of her attention keeps drifting in quick fleeting glimpses to her elbow, and Strange glances down, but there’s nothing there as far as he can tell. Nothing out of the ordinary; the magebane has done its job, whatever the job was. Instead, he meets Ennaris’ trepidatious eye, his own expression steady and level.
It comes upon me suddenly, and is destructive. Why are there so many rifters like this— ]
What sort of ‘coming upon you’?
[ It pings some distant concern, a recollection, a faint unease in his gut. This, too, familiar. Wanda wrestling with new unmanageable powers outside of her control— He needs to ask. ]
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It comes upon me suddenly, and is destructive. Why are there so many rifters like this— ]
What sort of ‘coming upon you’?
[ It pings some distant concern, a recollection, a faint unease in his gut. This, too, familiar. Wanda wrestling with new unmanageable powers outside of her control— He needs to ask. ]