A pungent odour permeated the air. A sickly, rotten stench befell the fields, as if engulfed by death. Plumes of shining, arcane smoke billowed high in bulging bubbles rising high into the air.

A small spell gone most terribly wrong. Wynn, clutching her umbrella firmly in her cold fingers, winced at the enormous terror that began to cloak the forest in the distance. Its turgid rippling bloomed and crackled, a lavender thunderstorm threatening chaos wherever it touched upon. Wynn's brow furrowed with concern. She felt powerless to stop it, to prevent it from looming ever closer.

"By the fifteen heavens," Wynn muttered, cursing under her breath. With a wave of her hand, she attempted to dispel the horrible mass. A gleaming lilac smothered her fingertips, and for a hopeful moment the tempest slowed, before erupting with a loud and cacophonous thrum. Wynn recoiled in fright, clinging to the stem of her umbrella in a feeble attempt to defend herself.

She noticed its cloud-tail shifting. Walking urged by the winds, the billowing and insentient beast barrelled toward the dreamy village nestled by the forest's edge.

"Oh..." Wynn murmured. "...Fuck."