Failure was a crushing boulder on someone who seemed to have all the power of the Universe at her disposal. Case in point. I hovered there, clinging to Max's neck with my hands and my magic, heart pounding, head spinning, wondering what the hell was the use of being this megawatt pawn of Creator when a second plane began to crumble.
Oh, hell no. Not this time, not on my watch when I had said magic burning in my veins, begging to be used. Except, thrashing around like a lunatic, not knowing what I was doing, would likely either get someone hurt or make matters worse.
What's an all-powerful girl to do?
My white sorcery reacted even as I bopped around in my head, getting in my own way while my three alter egos spluttered and thrashed and my sorcery burbled its confusion. The power that was Creator's ultimate design for magic in the Universe reacted calmly, taking firm hold of me and focusing all of my attention on the edge of the veil.