Astral's wrist twisted instinctually as she tried to get away from the intruding tendril. Of course, by the time she felt it, it was already too late. Her jerking wrist motion made her drop her sword and it misted away moments before it hit the ground. She gasped, her vision becoming completely dark as the voices began to whisper harshly in her mind. She cried out, putting her hands to her head. "I am of plot!" she yelled. The voices did not halt. They only increased the volume of their rasping cries. Her head was hurting. "Get OUT of me!" The volume increased more and she fell to her knees. They spoke of her essence. Stuff of villainy, of things impure. But she was not one of them. She pulled at her hair, frantic. Last time, she had allowed herself to be taken by Silence. Not this time. Not. This. Time. But as they screamed at her, she found herself shrinking away in fear. She whimpered, barely keeping herself from their influence. "I will not submit," she muttered. "I will not submit, I will not submit, I will not..." She repeated the phrase as a mantra, feeling her resolve slowly fray. -------
Sophie looked up. The storm of withergeists had indeed blocked the light of the sun. "What do we do?" Sophie asked.