The fox burst out of my chest in a flare of silver light, landing on my shoulder, her fur blazing, and her blue eyes bright with anticipation.
"I'm out!" she shouted. "Now, where's the lightning?!"
I did not answer. The heat was becoming unbearable, as the facility was beginning to collapse; all of it was melting, flowing like wax in a furnace.
Then a phantom wave appeared above that blew out the melting roof above me, revealing the heavens above me, and it was almost as if I had been taken from the earth and brought to the sky since my Tribulation was hovering above me, so close it was almost as if I could touch it.
The sky above me could no longer be called a sky, as the Tribulation had transformed it into a churning, impossible vault of cloud the colour of a bruise, wheeling overhead in a slow, enormous spiral, and at the centre of the spiral, a dark eye, with a cross at the center; it was the same eye that had judged me before I became an Adept.
