Cynthia turned her head towards Astra, only to find herself staring at empty space, with nothing but a few waning sparks of electricity crackling in the air. The only proof of Astra's existence was the set of blackened footprints in the grass where she had once been standing, as well as the papers that were scattering in the sudden gust of wind.
The pencil that used these papers was moving rapidly in the air. It zipped towards the nearest piece of paper and started to rapidly scrawl out a message in frantic, bold lettering.
"STAY AWAY! STAY AWAY! STAY AWAY!"
It was the same message over and over again, written as fast as the pencil could move in the air as if nothing else mattered other than delivering this message. A message that the intended recipient never received.
Whipping her head around towards the shrinking silhouette in the sky, she called out helplessly.
"Astra! Wait!"
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