Only a few days have passed since Caedra's return to the city. Every step toward it away from the bunker had dragged, even at the quick pace she and Law had set. They needed to return, to make it back before the gods could move the city because as much as she hates this place and its people, she needs to crack that Door and its secrets open if she's ever to go home again. But it's hard all the same. There is no lure to be with mortals whose souls are dangled in front of her like carrots, only to be snatched away and revived before they can be crushed in her grasp.

The explosion breaks the tedium of her life in the city, and at the sound, the feeling, the force, Caedra looks toward the point of destruction with a grin. Finally! Perhaps a Null attack? Something she can unleash her destruction on without being blamed as the sole cause of violence? Ah, what fortune. But there are no Null to be seen and no explanation comes.

Not that she wants one. Whatever restraint she usually exercises unravels rapidly, and she draws her blade, forming the familiar black hilt in her palm. She now understands the rush of emotion, the source if not the reason, for she has been here a full year and the gods have toyed with her just like the rest. And as she's filled with thoughts of blood and murder, she embraces the change.

Time to descend upon these pathetic mortal vermin and reduce them to entrails and ash.

((If you haven't already arranged something but want to talk about it, Caedra's plotting post for this event is right here.))