The Shade understands what it sees in that projection better than most might expect it too. Dirae had felt it when she first arrived, and everytime they used the shadows to travel through she felt it again, somewhere beneath the memories of the billions of dead, beneath the nightmares, beneath the screaming blood cravings of the monsters that have Called her home for thousands of years there is another voice a softer one, one that every so often rages with grief so ferociously it could drag Dirae into the depths a lose her their. Far below Edmond the shade continues its dance through the ever increasing number of enemies, only vaguely aware of something going on overhead . Looking up it sees the zip line , it also finally locates the enemy. [b]Tick tock, tick tock.[/b] the wolfs voice echo's its final warning, she is almost out of time. Skimming across every available space desperately requesting more time , as if by repeating the plea over and over something miraculous might occur. Making a last ditch attempt the Shade heads for the balcony at the point furthest from Armageddon in the hope that it's more interested in Edmond. Flying across the floor it zigzags up the wall before blasting apart into a fine mist. Just as before it begins to spiral into a shadowy dust devil expanding outward before being forcibly drawn into nothing and Dirae, dropped to the floor unconscious .