The pressure vanished all at once, like a held breath that was finally released, and Kurt staggered one step before his boots found the floor again.
Across the cage, Morra placed both palms flat against the bars, and they dissolved, simply coming apart in threads of light that unravelled from the bottom up.
And with them went the metaphysical shackles that were always on her wrists, peeling away and scattering into nothing.
"You know, it was only a matter of time before I broke out of that cage." She stepped forward slowly. "But this feels sooo much different... feels good."
She stood free in the open air of the room and looked at her hands. After a while, she turned them over once, taking a moment to acknowledge her freedom.
Then her eyes came up to Kurt and her scythe, which took the form of a short sickle materialized in her grip.
