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In the midst of OttO's attempt to preserve the literature, his targets of interest slipped away without concluding their conversation. "Ah, a misfortune, it seems, Swan, your efforts, albeit entirely indirect, are at the least... why are you here again?" he questioned, turning his head to Cordelia. At that moment, with his guard down, a disruptor bolt struck OttO's uncovered hand, wedging itself between the cracks of his unusual skin. A strange sound emitted as he lifted his hand, observing the energy that screamed within the growing chorus, struggling to escape the negative hollows of his being. The fissures in his hand emitted an emerald glow.

Reacting instinctively, Cordelia turned and ran in the opposite direction as fast as she could. Shortly after, OttO's hand fragmented and exploded with a peculiar quietness, and rippled distortions of space echoed out from him, turning everything monochromatic briefly with each pulse. Silver cracks in space had replaced OttO, and objects continued to distort. The ripples hit Cordelia, taking her off her feet and stumbling her briefly as she rolled onto the floor, before hopping back to her feet and continuing to flee. The dilations in time were only symptomatic of the greater problem—this entire space had become unstable, and before it got better, it was going to get worse. Everything related to space and time, magical or technological was going to be afflicted by this anomaly.

"Get away, get away from it!" Cordelia cried out, hoping her voice could be heard over the ripples that seemed to have a muting effect as they pulsed through. Eventually she too was taken by the distortion.