Whitefish River Boom, boom, boom, clap

The avatar of Atka, the very prophesied child of Pied's womb who would carry the Mother within her, turned from Jinx and beat a hasty retreat. The mad dog flung herself at the ground, beating her snout against the floor until she tasted blood. She dragged herself to the water, shakily forcing herself to drink from it, but she could only manage a few pitiful laps before her throat constricted painfully and expelled it all.

She would die in a matter of days, and her Goddess had forsaken her. “Nooo,” Jinx screamed in a rattling, haunting cry that would send the retreating Saēna's hairs standing straight up her back. The addled beast continued to beat her face on the ground, jerking and losing control of her muscles as panic and rabid terror overwhelmed her, all the while wheezing out pleas for Atka to save her.

Eventually, she would lose herself to the hallucinations again and begin to drunkenly weave her way back toward Ouroboros Spine, though she would remember none of the scenery that she passed by. It was like going somewhere entirely new, accompanied by grinning, toothsome dolphins that leapt from the grass as she walked by and snapped at her ears, driving her insane.