[Stabbing at Wild Mike's]

What happens to Anika next depends on the nature of her magic. If she's just treating the injuries themselves, with no regard for the underlying magical affliction (some would even say "curse") that came with them, she's going to find the treatment alarmingly ineffective. The new skin, muscle, blood vessels, and other parts that grow in are going to abruptly liquify, leaving her no better off than before. Worse, she's going to find that her natural recovery mechanisms are equally ineffective; her blood won't clot properly, meaning she'll be bleeding as freely an hour from now as she was when she was first cut open, assuming she's still alive at that point. Which would be bad enough if Mixer had cut her once, but she's looking at eight such wounds, four on each side of her body.

On the other hand, if she can address the melting-curse, she's going to find it laughably easy to counteract. Apparently Mixer's superiors still wanted him to not be much of a threat to themselves and therefore gave him some weaksauce magic.


If Jaahlyn intends to physically transport herself to Mania's soul's location, she's going to find that riding to the Lethean Abyss is not exactly a smooth journey. The room darkens a second time as the ground beneath Jaahlyn collapses, pulling her into an endless void of darkness. At which point she'll just... fall.

It goes on for hours like this. Nothing between Jaahlyn and the little pinprick of light above her that'll show where she came in, which seems to be receding faster all the time. There's no ground below or around her, either, nor anything else in the void. Just inky blackness for as far as the eye can see...

At least, until Jaahlyn opens hers.

At which point she'll find herself laying on the polished marble floors of [The Pecatorium], unmarred by any sign of the long fall's sudden stop. It must have been her imagination.