Phantom Zone Kryptonite

In the blistering cold of the North Pole, in front of the crystalline structure of the fortress of solitude, the 20-year-old Supergirl and her 35-year-old doppelganger Power Girl landed in front of the heavy doors that led to Superman’s secret home away from the world—the Fortress of Solitude. The two women took a scant moment to ire the tall, imposing structure of the Kryptonian fortress, exchanging an embrace as they stood before the golden door.

“Hey, Kara, he asked you over, too?” The taller Kryptonian woman wondered aloud, her gloved hands at her sides after pulling away from the hug. Her younger self is doing the same after pulling away and wiping down her miniskirt. Despite the cold, the two women were completely unaffected by the -50-degree cold.

“Yeah, something about needing all of us here for something important.” The young blonde answered back, bending down to pick up the key to the door, which weighed several thousand tons and used it with the same ease as lifting a house key to open the door. “And you know Kal-El; if it weren’t important, he’d never use my super hearing to get my attention.”

“Yeah, he’d pretend to use a phone or something… Like I can’t hear every chat happening in the city.” Karen snorted as she and her younger self made their way into the fortress.

Making their way through the hallway, they ed the main amphitheatre, where statues of Clark Kent’s Kryptonian parents stood at the center, holding up a globe of their long-gone homeworld between them. For a few brief seconds, the two women wandered the crystalline fortress, iring its displays and artifacts until they found their cousin Superman in one of the chambers, making fine-tuning and adjustments to a device on a workbench before him. Hearing them come inside, the man turned and smiled.

“Oh, hello, you two, perfect timing, I just finished prepping up the phantom zone projector.”

Placing the device on a tripod, Superman aimed the projector at one of the room's walls and double-checked the settings.

“The phantom projector?” Asked Karen. “Isn’t that the thing our people used to imprison criminals in to serve their sentences?” Watching the man work, Power Girl had her arms crossed under her impressive chest, her face screwed into a pouting frown.

“Yeah, really BAD criminals?” Snorted Supergirl, her hands resting at her hips.

“Yes, it is, and it just so happens to be Faora-Ui’s parole date.”

Flicking a switch, the device hummed to life, revealing a window into the pocket dimension where dozens of floating beings drifted in the dark reality within. Turning the dials with care, the view panned back and forth, ing by one floating person trapped in stasis after another until Faora-Ui, one of the last criminals from before Krypton’s destruction, was finally spotted. She was dressed in a full-body black suit, similar in design to Kal-El’s costume but without the cape, a silent scream frozen on her face as she floated aimlessly in the shadowy dimension.

“Ah, there she is… Now let’s see if we can pull her out and check if she is fit to return to society…”

“Still a mean-looking bitch as always.” Whispered Power Girl under her breath. She got a disapproving look from her cousin. Karen rolled her eyes before Superman flicked a switch, and the woman trapped in the phantom zone was transported to their plane of reality. Collapsing to her hands and knees, the dimensional convict slumped down, groggy and moaning like she had been stirred awake.

“Welcome back to the real world, Faora-Ui. This is your parole hearing. If you have anything to say on your behalf, let me know, and it will be considered in your verdict.” Declared the Man of Steel, deactivating the phantom projector and approaching the freed convict with caution.

Supergirl stepped up to her cousin’s side and made a fist against her palm. “Yeah, and don’t try anything, just you’re outnumbered three to one!”

Slowly getting to her feet, the dark-haired woman eyed the trio fiercely. With a dark smirk, she reached behind her and pulled out a small glowing crystal.

“Oh, I have NO intention of ‘trying’ anything, but I WILL do THIS!” Brandishing the black, glowing crystal in her hands at the others, her smile grew wider when they recoiled in horror.

“What… What is that?” Gasping, Power Girl and the others found themselves caught in the glow of the crystal in Faora’s hand.

“It’s kryptonite, kryptonite I found floating in the phantom zone, it had to have been there since Krypton’s destruction, soaking in the energies of that shadowy realm, now on your knees! Know what it feels like to be trapped in that horrible dimension for yourselves, ha, ha, ha!”

Waving their hands in front of them, the three heroes thought they were doomed until, ever so slowly, they opened an eye and found nothing was happening. Checking herself over, Supergirl found nothing wrong, no fever, no weakness, nothing. Calming down and looking around, the black light was essentially harmless.

“Doesn’t look like that shard is of any harm to us, or you, for that matter, Faora.” Clark declared rather sternly.

Blinking back at Superman and the kryptonite in her hand, Faora-Ui waved it back and forth at the others until Superman grabbed her arm and pulled her into a hold, placing the black glowing rock on the table.

“I don’t understand…” Faora shook her head. “What went wrong?”

“Well, that’s another blemish on your record.” Stated Superman with a shrug. “Guess I’ll just warm up the projector again and…”

“NO! I will not go back!” Managing to free herself from Superman’s iron grip, Faora-Ui took to the air and flew for the front door. With the heroes in hot pursuit, they shot out the doors of the fortress of solitude, but when they were hit with the morning light of the sun, everything went blank.

***

“Ugh… My aching head…”

Slowly getting up and cradling her head, Supergirl had a throbbing headache. Slowly getting her bearings, she looked around and found that it was the middle of the night in a forest somewhere. “What hit me?” Looking around, she became more focused when she found herself surrounded by the others, each of them ed out, stark naked, and surrounded by what looked like the bones of cows… Or horses?

Slowly getting up from the grass, Power Girl yawned and blinked awake, looking around and instantly surprised at her situation before trying desperately to cover herself.

“WHAT THE FLYING HELL HAPPENED?!”

“I know, right?” Supergirl blushed hotly, sitting on the ground and covering herself.

Superman woke up at the same time Power Girl did and looked just as shocked by their situation, covering his waist with his hands. “Great SCOTT! Please tell me we didn’t eat these… What are they? Are those caribou bones? Is that a Moose skull?”

The three were confused. Worried, fearful and confused. And what was worse, none of them could, for the life of them, what had happened.

***

Managing to fly back to the fortress of solitude still in the pitch of darkness at supersonic speed, the trio of Kryptonian heroes flew past the battered gates of the fortress and straight to the extra rooms where their spare clothes were kept just in case of an emergency. Stepping out of his bedroom, Superman tugged at the collar of his costume, rolling his shoulder like his suit seemed snug. Like it didn’t fit anymore. Once he had gotten to the main hall, he found Power Girl and Supergirl waiting for him. Karen fanned at her cleavage window, her costume looking a bit more skintight on her than usual. Kara herself tugged on her red skirt, curious that it seemed shorter than she ed.

“Well… I think it’s safe to say we lost Faora.” Pouted Supergirl, her cheeks looking flushed.

“Yeah.” She shifted her stance a bit. Power Girl noticed one of the nearby monitors blinking. “Hey, there’s a message coming in.”

Walking over to the monitor, Superman clicked the blinking button and was met with the founding of the Justice League. “FINALLY! We’ve been trying to get a hold of you all day!” Called out the Flash, exasperated and throwing his arms up in the air. Wonder Woman moved up to the center of the screen and spoke up. “Yes, Superman, this was quite urgent.”

“What do you mean, Diana? Does this have to do with Faora’s escape from the phantom zone?”

Looking back, surprised, Diana shook her head. “If she HAS escaped, then that is another crisis we have to deal with. No, turn to the news channels, they’ve been covering the event all day.”

Taking back, Superman activated another nearby monitor and set it to an American news broadcast, which made the two women behind him blink in stunned silence. There lumbering through the streets was what could best be described as a dragon! Well over 30 feet long and nearly the size of a city bus, the creature was covered in smooth yellow fur and sported black claws that looked sharp enough to slice through metal. Long, gnarled horns jutted out from its lupine skull nearly the length of its forearm, along with thick spines that lined down its back all the way to its tail, ending in a blunt mass like a club. Flapping its leathery bat-like wings, it wandered the streets, bobbing its horned head as it looked around, curious about its surroundings.

“IT HAS BEEN PANDEMONIUM HERE IN METROPOLOS WHEN FOUR MASSIVE… MONSTERS FLEW DOWN FROM THE SKY AND STARTED ROAMING THROUGH ITS STREETS! SO FAR THERE HAVE BEEN NO CASUALTIES, BUT THE PROPERTY DAMAGE HAS BEEN RECORDED IN THE HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS.”

Flicking through channels, each news station showed its own recordings of the strange dragon creatures stomping around the city. One channel showed a pitch-black creature reaching down for a hot dog cart after its cook ran off, sniffing the thing before licking it. Another showed a second blonde furred dragon curling itself up like a cat in the middle of the street, where police tried to contain it but only managed to get it upset as the creature got up and took to the air, its wings causing a gust of wind that blew over several officers and a police cruiser.

Looking back at Diana on the screen, she continued where the news stations left off.

“They rampaged unchecked for hours until they flew off into the air again just at sundown. We lost track of them after that. Where WERE you?!”

Stunned beyond confusion, Clark’s gaze turned from the various news footage of the three creatures and back to Diana. “I was in the middle of giving Faora-Ui a parole hearing when she brandished a shard of kryptonite, one I’ve never seen before. It must have caused Power Girl, Supergirl, and me to out with amnesia.” Looking behind him to gesture to the two women behind him, he continued. “More than likely, she was hit with the same thing. I’ll try to find her right after we deal with this… Monster crisis.”

Nodding, Wonder Woman wished the three heroes good luck and turned her side of the transmission off. Turning the screen off on his end, Superman paced back to the others, beside himself with worry.

“So, where do you think those creatures came from?” I wondered, " Power Girl out loud.

“I don’t know, but the better question should be what did we do that made us black out?”

Wringing her hands at her sides, Supergirl huffed. “Or WHY we were naked when we woke up…” Looking over to her cousin, Kara noticed him squirm in his costume like it was too tight, something she was annoyed with herself for. Had her costume shrunk slightly? The young woman gave her head a shake; she had more important things to worry about

Superman looked toward the chamber where the phantom projector was kept; Clark grew stern, seeking answers. “I think we need to look at that crystal Faora had with her; maybe it’ll shed some light on what happened to us.”

***

Stepping into the large chamber where this all started, the trio found the phantom kryptonite still on the table next to the phantom projector. Moving over to look at it, Supergirl hesitantly plucked it off the table with her fingers.

“Kara!” Clark called out, worried.

“Relax…” Smirked the young blonde. “If mean old Faora could pick this thing up, then so could any of us.”

Looking the crystal over more closely, Supergirl found that it looked and felt like any other plain crystal; it didn’t even hurt to pick it up like normal kryptonite, nor did she or the others feel sick. The only things that made it unusual were the dark purple glow it cast, like a UV light, and the strange hairs at the back of her neck standing up.

“See, no problem.”

But what Kara didn’t realize was that she and the others WERE being subtly affected by the stone. Rolling her shoulder, she didn’t know her breasts were filling out a bit more, her skirt and bloomers getting a little bit snug, or new hair suddenly sprouting like peach fuzz down her neck.

ing the Stone to Superman, the man of steel picked the kryptonite up and looked at its surface with grim sobriety. The first time he held a piece of kryptonite, he didn’t fall to his knees, sick.

“Maybe the energies from the phantom zone drained it of its radiation.” Clark hypothesized. “After all, even kryptonians are powerless in that dimension.”

“Yeah… Maybe.” Power Girl frowned. “Or maybe it's done something we just haven’t spotted yet. There are still too many unanswered questions, and I don’t like being left in the dark!” Turning on her heel and nodding to herself as she tried to piece together her missing memories, Karen stopped and snapped her fingers when she got an idea. “H-hey, since we blacked out leaving the fortress, maybe the cameras could tell us what happened.”

“Good idea.” Placing the crystal back on the table, the three went back to the control monitor. Once there, Clark tried to pull up any recordings of the outside feed of the fortress for anything that looked irregular, but when he got to that specific hour, a news bulletin on the nearby screen caught his attention that he could not ignore.

“THIS IS A SPECIAL NEWS BULLETIN FROM OUR CHANNEL 9 NEWS. ONE OF THE CREATURES THAT HAD ATTACKED METROPOLIS EARLIER YESTERDAY HAS BEEN FOUND ATTACKING BIALYA. IT IS UNKNOWN HOW THE CREATURE MANAGED TO GET THERE SO QUICKLY, BUT AS I AM SPEAKING, THE CREATURE IS RAMPAGING THROUGH ITS STREETS.”

News footage showed the massive black furred dragon creature attacking the city on the other side of the world in broad daylight, stomping through what appeared to be an open market. The final straw that made the three heroes explode with speed out of the ruined door was when the creature picked up a screaming pedestrian and shoved him down its maw.

“We’ve got to stop that thing before it harms anyone else!” Declared Superman. He and the others bolted out of the fortress of solitude at the speed of a bullet, flying past Greenland at supersonic speed and crossing the Atlantic Ocean in the middle of the night. Faster and faster, they flew, ing by the coast of the Asian continent and seeing the rising sun on the horizon. As soon as the first rays of sunlight hit them, they instantly stopped in their tracks and fell to the ground. Writhing after they crashed into the jungle canopy below, the three heroes clutched at themselves while they felt their bones creak. And then everything went black.

***

Several hours later…

Superman slowly stirred awake, his head aching like he was reeling from a hangover, something he never knew he could experience. Looking around, he found himself in a massive cave in the dark. By the looks of the steel tracks underneath him and the wooden s overhead, he surmised he was in an old, abandoned coal mine. But WHERE that coal mine was still a central mystery to the man of steel, along with how he got there and why he was left without clothes again.

“Hmm… What happened? Did we black out again?”

He was about to get up when he noticed a weight on his chest, weighing him down. When he looked down, he was stunned by two things: his body had changed. He looked more muscular, like he had spent years working out. His fingernails looked overgrown and thicker, and his chest and arms were covered in hair; if he had to guess, he was sporting a five o’clock shadow on his face. But the second thing that surprised him was the three naked women sleeping on top of him, AND that two of them were his cousins, Supergirl and Power Girl.

Faora apparently was the first to wake. Much like Superman, she seemed bigger than she had the last time he saw her, too. Her breasts were larger and fuller, well past F cup in size and hung proudly from her heaving chest. Her hips were wider with stouter thigh muscles and more athletic arms, a light sheen of black hair had sprouted between her breasts, and her arms and legs seemed hairier as well. All of this was unimportant to Superman as the Kryptonian woman stirred awake, and their eyes met. Her gaze went from confused fatigue to sobering rage. Rearing back and pres against the stone wall behind her, Faora sneered and looked around, trying to get her bearings.

“Faora! W-what are you…”

“I WILL NOT BE CONTAINED AGAIN!” The woman declared, her eyes red as she charged up her heat vision. In the split second before she could blast the man with enough heat to melt solid steel, Superman had already pinned her to the wall and aimed her gaze to the side to harmlessly burn the rockface beside her. Making the stone glow red and melt like candle wax down to the floor of the mine shaft.

The sudden movements and the acrid smell of molten stone eventually stirred Karen and Kara, who slowly awoke. Suffering from the same headaches and slowness that Clark had awoken to.

“Hmm, what is that smell? Smells like burning…” Fluttering her eyes open, Supergirl looked up and gasped, snapping back and covering her now full DD cup breasts in her hands. Kara gasped at the sight of her cousin holding down Faora-Ui, in an arm hold, the two completely naked as the villainess screamed in protest.

“What’s all the noise? Where are… FAORA!” Snapping awake, Power Girl’s breasts jostled when she sat up in shock, just catching her bearings as she realized she was completely naked in a mine shaft she didn’t recognize. Covering herself as best she could with her hands, Karen’s face turned red as her temper rose. “WHAT IN BLAZES IS GOING ON?!”

“Faora, you have a lot of explaining to do!” Demanded Kara, using both hands to cover her breasts and crotch while staring daggers at the raven-haired kryptonian woman. Faora herself didn’t respond; if anything, she merely frowned back at the two women and back at Superman, who held her firmly in his grip.

Getting to their feet with the woman’s arms behind her back, Superman remained stoic as the woman thrashed and tried to overpower him.

“You will NOT return me to the phantom zone! I will NEVER go back!” Faora growled, eyeing the three venomously, particularly Superman, who kept his hold of her tight. “Least of all… You!”

The two stared at each other menacingly, Faora’s chest heaving as she breathed hard, glaring into Clark’s eyes... And slowly press up against him. Catching the man by surprise, Faora leaned back and kissed him full on the mouth. Clark himself was stunned by the act, feeling her lips on his, her tongue trying to push through and explore the inside of his mouth.

To the surprise of everyone, Superman’s grip on her arms went slack, allowing her to turn around and kiss him properly. His arm snaked around her waist as their kiss intensified. The two moaned into the kiss as it deepened. To the shock of Karen and Kara, Clark hoisted Faora up off the ground. He pinned her against the wall, the woman immediately wrapping her legs around him as he ground against her, panting and breathing hard between the now ionate kissing.

"K-Kal, stop!" Supergirl pleaded. Her voice was cracking, as if she were using every trace of self-control in her body to resist the urges that were now assailing her to them. Immediately, both women intervened, grabbing Clark and pulling him and Faora apart. Kara grabbed his shoulder and pulled him off her with enough **** that he collided with the opposite wall of the mine shaft.

"Wha… Where…?" Superman panted back as he was pulled away from Faora by Kara, looking around, confused as he looked down at the dark-haired woman, finding her just as confused as he was. “What was I doing? It was like everything just…”

Faora fell to the ground, panting and huffing. There was a pleased and exhausted look on her face before it snapped back into clarity, and she fumed in anger, staring up at the Man of Steel.

“What did you do to me?” Demanded Superman. “What did you do to us?”

Superman heaved, and his body glistened with sweat beneath the dim red light cast by his glowing red eyes. Once he could focus again, he was disgusted by what he had nearly done.

“What in blazes was that?” Karen demanded, unsure who should be able to answer as Clark regained his bearings and nodded back to Supergirl, assuring her he was in control of himself.

“I have no idea, but I want answers from Faora. Now!” Clark answered back silently.

“You think I’m some harlot you can command like these two?!” Faora sneered, getting to her feet, ready to fight when the trio glared back at her.

“Don’t start this bullshit again, sister!” Karen threatened, her fists at the ready despite being unclothed. “We can either go a few rounds and still get beaten by us, or you can come with us back to the Fortress and get some answers.”

“Yeah!” Supergirl piped in, putting up a brave face with her own fists at the ready.

Trading looks with the three last of the house of El, Faora-Ui measured her chances, and slowly lowered her arms. Surrendering with a huff of annoyance.

“First things first.” Clark declared, steadying himself now that he was in better control of himself. “What happened to us?”

***

Meanwhile, deep in the Batcave…

Bruce was watching the news feeds earlier this morning. International news stations were in a panic as they caught live footage of another monster attack, this time on the other side of the globe. The scenes caught by random phone cameras and news copters kept their distance.

Nothing in Bialya was a match for this dragon-like creature when it first showed up. Not only did it decimate the city with the same ease as knocking over a cardboard box, but everything the authorities and military threw at it was no more productive than blowing a handful of pepper into the face of an elephant. Bullets and tank shells were shrugged off as if they never made their mark, all the while the monster reared back and snarled, offended by all the smoke and noise the little human insects were causing.

It was about to take a swipe at the fleeing armies when a trio of monsters like itself barreled into her with the same amount of **** as an avalanche. The army paused in their escape to look back, awed and confused. There were four of them now, towering and snarling at the one that was attacking their kingdom, trading blows, growling and biting like cats in the street fighting over territory. The Bialyans didn’t know what to make of it, whether to flee or stay to bear witness to the struggle, until the matter was chosen for them when the biggest of the four managed to pin down the beast that had laid waste to their kingdom and stared the creature down—biting down at its neck until it yelped and surrendered. Submitting.

When the monster reared its horned head to look down at the gasping, panicking civilians and military, Bialya feared their worries had multiplied… Until the beast growled back at the three, and the pack took to the air and flew off.

Seeing the monsters fly off out of sight, Bruce frowned.

***

Exiting the coal mine they had been trapped in, the four found it was the dead of night. Thanking small blessings for it to be too dark out for the four of them to be seen in such a compromising situation, Clark moved at the speed of a blur, finding random tarps and scraps of cloth nearby scattered around the rail yard in front of the mine and hobbled together something for the four to wear to get themselves dignified again and then make their way back to the Fortress of Solitude.

For almost an hour, the quartet of Kryptonians flew through the night heading north. Night was still dark by the time they made it back to the crystalline structure and flew through the entrance inside. Landing in the amphitheatre at the heart of the fortress. The four of them were dressed in whatever Clark was able to salvage… Which looked more like potato sacks with holes for their arms and head to fit through, tied at the waist with a rotten rope.

Faora glowered back at her three wardens as Clark sped off into the hallways, then returned fully dressed in his costume, with spares for Kara and Karen to wear. “To think I have to suffer this indignation… You should all be grateful I decided to cooperate at all.”

“Yeah… not exactly threatening coming from a woman wearing a concrete bag for a poncho.” Kara snarked as she clipped her cape over her shoulders and brushed her hair loose.

“Now that we’re properly dressed…” Clark declared, handing Faora a black outfit. “Let’s check the footage from the fortress exterior walls. If anything happened to us when we blacked out, it should have caught it.”

Making their way to the viewing room in the fortress, Karen squirmed, repositioning her one-piece suit, finding it uncomfortably tight, almost like it was a size too small. Pausing in her walk down the hallway, she frowned. “Damn… I’m going to have to change my clothes, and when did my legs get so hairy?! I thought I shaved them yesterday.”

When they made it to the chamber where dozens of television screens showed the rampage of the creatures back in Metropolis, the three heroes were surprised to find new feeds showing a second attack in Bialya.

“When did THAT happen?” Gasped Kara, looking up at the four beasts fighting, then flying off out of view of the cameras. “I thought there was only one of those things attacking there.”

“Those two have blonde fur. Why does that feel…” Karen couldn’t put her finger on it, scratching her chin as a fog of stolen memories tried to piece themselves back together.

“I’ve got it!” Clark spoke up, waving for the other three to look at the screen. “This is the feed from when Faora tried to flee after her parole.”

Watching the visual recording play out, the four watched with rapt attention as Faora flew out of the entrance, the golden doors blasted open and flung off their hinges by the three in pursuit. The recording had to be slowed down significantly to catch them as they flew at bullet speed. Then they saw something. All four of them fell to the snow, writhing and convulsing.

What happened next left the four standing there, stunned and silent, watching their bodies on the camera feed twist, grow, and transform before their very eyes. Clutching at skulls that sprouted horns, tails erupting from behind them as their hands and feet became clawed, and massive wings unfurled from their backs. When the changes were complete, the four dragon-like creatures darted around in confusion. They flew off, leaving the camera feed idle over the scraps of their clothing, which eventually got buried under the snow.

“They…. Those things… They’re us!” Gasped Karen, her gloves already covering her mouth in shock.

Like a tidal wave, the bits and pieces of their missing memories came back to them. Jigsaw puzzle pieces coming back together to create a picture of what they lost. How they flew out onto the arctic skies and instinctively made their way back to Metropolis. Nosing around the city like wandering bears looking for food, flying off again for more privacy when humans made them uncomfortable and annoyed. Then, their strike against Faora ended when she submitted to Clark, the four headed off to someplace private, where they found refuge in a mine, nuzzling one another with deep, low purrs. The memories sharpened to crystal clarity as they recalled the ion, the hunger, and instinct taking over, the dark-furred alpha slamming into Faora from behind with a guttural roar, her claws raking the stone as she arched and submitted. At the same time, the two golden females instinctively dropped to all fours, tails raised high, whimpering for their turn beneath the pack leader who had once been their cousin… Then turned to the others when the pair were…

Clark fell to his knees, feeling sick to his stomach, clasping a hand to his mouth to keep from retching then and there.

“WHAT THE FLYING FUCK HAPPENED TO US?!” Screamed Supergirl, clutching at her head with both hands while Clark stepped down from the console, reaching to the young woman who swatted his hand away.

“Kara, please, we can…”

“EVERYBODY STOP TALKING!”

Looking over to Supergirl, Clark and Karen found the teenager gripping her hair and darting her gaze at the three adults in the viewing chamber, horror and disgust plain on her face.

“You… You’re sick! You’re ALL sick!” She pants, hyperventilating. “You fucked us all, and you think you can MAKE IT ALL BETTER?!”

“Kara, calm down, we weren’t ourselves, none of us were.”

“I SAID SHUT UP!!!” Screaming out loud, Kara flew up and out through the hallway. Following her at top speed, the three Kryptonians chased after her until they made it to the fortress entrance. Stopping just before they made it out into daybreak, Superman and Power Girl watched on in horror when Supergirl became exposed to the morning sunlight and fell to her knees.

Surging with growth and crying out in what sounded like pain, the three watched on helplessly while Supergirl began to expand and grow, transforming before their very eyes. Sprouting a tail, wings and golden fur that spread over her body, her transformation finished when she rose to an impressive 30 feet tall and gripped at her skull just before it changed into a horned, lupine shape. And then flew off into the morning sky.

“By Mighty Rao…” Gasped Faora.