Katima hadn't screamed so loudly or so much since her parents were murdered years ago and she'd found the bodies. Getting out of sleep was difficult; Malicor's smile kept trying to pull her back, a sense of duty to go after Avalon even at cost of her own life was exceptionally strong. She kicked and thrashed, sending her hand to the nightstand and THROUGH the glass lamp there.
It was the sharp sting of that pain that woke her up, gasping as she fell from the bed onto the floor and broken glass.
"Malicor...has Avalon."
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