It's quite embarrassing, Cassandra almost wet herself.
Fortunately, witches don't actually need to relieve themselves, and Lord Black Impermanence's overwhelming pressure didn't last long; the horrifying unknown darkness quickly receded.
When the frightening darkness finally faded from view, and the surrounding scenery of the room reappeared, the Werewolf Young Lady supported her slightly weakened legs, biting her teeth to stop herself from collapsing onto the ground.
Luckily, she wasn't the only one feeling embarrassed; Cassandra noticed that even the big shots at the forefront wearing the Grand Inquisitor's uniforms seemed startled. For instance, her own Mother Superior was drenched in sweat and similarly unsteady on her feet, fortunately aided by Aunt Hachishaku.
