Elene of Aetolia

The droll mood within the air seemed to stir the restlessness of the Grook figure's entities. Casting off the ethereal shroud that covered its form, Elene's doppleganger returned to the realm of perception. Elene's gaze swivels toward the abrupt re-appearance of her doppleganger. A faintest track of a smirk flits across her lips, before she raises a marked hand to gesture in dismissal to her shapechanger. Merely content standing with her hands folded into the sleeves of her inky robes of the Cabal, she waits patiently, for a single, opportune moment.

Pro-lifers, they call themselves as, thinking as a bemused expression passed across her face, I wonder how well they would cope with Chaos.

She casts her senses wide, opening her mind to the enable the Spheres to tug at her consciousness. With barely any effort in contemplation of her Numerological Arts, yet with careful deliberation and pride in her Art, she snaps her head up as knowledge of her enemies' position stream in from the benevolent, unpredictable will of the Spheres.

Mm, they would not pose much of a trouble, she muses, none of them were present at the moment - a perfect timing to elicit Lgakt's sphere of influence.

"We're missing something here. It is probably, the scent of fresh blood. Though, a little chaos never went astray," a voice, akin to hers - her doppleganger’s, speaks.

Elene shifts her gaze towards her mirrored reflection. Raising its hands, it blurs the barrier between the corporeal and incorporeal form of Sapience for a brief moment. A picture fades into view, that of a dusty image of the Mhojave Desert. Upon the bright, brown sands of the Desert, a brightly-patterned snake lays, its winding body moving in a sinuous motion as its tongue flickers out in a sibilant hiss. The doppleganger waves its hands once more, and the image fades away into nothingness.

A curl of her lips depicts a slow smile spreading across her face as she gestures dismissively at her entities to fall back, towards her other. With a glance about herself, she disappears in a black wind that descends upon her, leaving nothing behind as it clears. ----

A faint unison of screams and cries is heard in the distance as Elene walks through the winding pathways within the City of Enorian slowly, side-by-side with her other and followed behind by the rest of her entities. An impassive gaze is awarded to the corpses of those who has fallen victim to the vicious snake as it darts forth to bite those in its way. As the Cabalist reaches the snake, she reaches down with a marked hand to lift it to her chest. She strokes its head almost lovingly in silence. As she notices a slight movement from a figure close to her, she sets the snake gently upon his back.

“No conviction," she remarks, as she watches the snake ends the life of the screaming man.

She sets off to the gates of Enorian, leaving behind her a trail of death, and the snake. Chaos.