Who is now, incongruously, twelve somehow -

And raising a gun engraved with glowing runes, pointed at the Scarlet Witch's turned back.

Loki fires.

And the world starts to shatter.

Oh this is definitely a bad thing.

Judging by all the screaming, it seems people agree with her on that assessment.

Loki falls first, the floor under her shattering, spiraling down into a starry void -

And Ikol flies after her, even as the world heaves and spins.

And then the cracks around Mora and Eliana grow past tenability -

Mora wraps herself around Eliana, her true self boiling up from under her skin, as the void tries to swallow them, keeping Eliana safe from the screaming stars.

They fall for quite a while before landing.

Not an experience she is especially eager to repeat.

They land in an autumn forest. It's hard to tell if the orange sky indicates sunrise or sunset.

The landing, at least, is soft.

Eliana stands and brushes herself off, offering Mora a hand up if she needs one.

She takes it, apparently a bit woozy.

"The area of - space that isn't universes - around that universe was really unfriendly," she grouches. "I think we're safe, though. And not unconscious. Always a bonus."

"Indeed. Quick thinking on your part to save us."

"Thanks. Sorry I couldn't steer us back to the others - not sure where this is, but I don't think we've been here before."

"We're alive, so eventually we'll get back."

"Yeah, we will." She takes a deep breath, steadying herself. "Hopefully this place won't be so bad vacation-wise..."

"The bar was just set fairly high."

She laughs. "It quite was!"

A glance around, and - "That direction looks as good as any other. Besides, I think I hear water..."

"That promotes it to a better direction. Let us go."

"Alright."

The slope of the mountain's gentle, just enough to lead them to a gentle stream, pouring over mossy river stones. Mora keeps grinning around at all the nature. It's a bit quiet, for a forest at what's distinctly now dawn, but not too much so, and the air has a pleasant coolness to it.

"Less of a pristine idyll than the last world. Still nice."

Mora opens her mouth to respond -

And is interrupted by a distant horn blast, that shakes the ground and makes leaves shake. Birds take off in massive flocks, crying out and wheeling away from the woods. Something - perhaps a deer - near them starts crashing through the undergrowth in a blind panic.

"-Seems I spoke too soon."

"...Yeah." She turns, slightly, in the direction of the blast. "I get the feeling whatever that was is gonna concern us."

"Doesn't it always?"

"Has a rather irritating tendency to." She looks around. "We should possibly get somewhere more defensible... Though I'm not sure much's better than here." She pats her bag. "I have my book, at least..."

"And I have my knife, so I suppose we are as ready as we can be."