In the solitude of her apartment, silent and without really any kind of noise to keep her company, Zerori was laid up upon her staring up at the ceiling. Even the lights were absent, the forlorn woman satisfied to just stay in complete darkness as she tried to wrap her head around how everything had just… gone so wrong so fast. Hours ago, dragging his body around with all the strength she could manage, Zerori had brought Korn back to her apartment and laid him up in her bed to rest - ignoring how she usually would have been VERY against doing that very thing mere hours before the situation had happened. She didn’t care - couldn’t afford to, not after knowing that everything that had happened was entirely her fault.

Her eyes stared up, squinting as she grimaced and did her best to keep her emotions at bay. Korn needed rest and all she’d been doing for the past hour was either laying down, sitting and TRYING to distract herself with a TV show, or (disgustingly) feeling guilty over her actions. Only recently had she been calm enough to try and replay exactly what had happened to try and prevent it in the future.

So far… she’d come up empty. The time that had passed didn’t even leave her with a residual memory of what had happened. One moment she was enjoying the fruits of her labor that gave her surprising results, the next she was feeling as though her heart was racing and she didn’t know WHERE she was and Korn was rolling on the ground, his chest on fire and in absolute agony. Once more, she felt the stab of guilt eating at her and she growled low in her throat before throwing her arm out to harmlessly hit the cushion of her couch, “Damn it!” She hissed. She couldn’t stay here - not when she was on the precipice of either bursting into tears or a full-blown rage.

With her mind made up, Zerori swung herself from the couch and stomped toward the front door of her apartment. Venting. She needed to vent. In a matter of minutes Zerori was outside in the cold, fresh air and realized that there was a smell like fresh rain in the air. For a moment, she relished in the sensations and welcomed the sense of peace it gave her before she began running. Fast. Running. So fast that everything around her started to blur as she passed it by. She knew where she wanted to go and exactly what waited for her there and wasn’t going to waste any time getting there!

As she approached the outskirts of East City, the rugged city streets and misty roads turning to a thick fog that surrounded the countryside of a town out of city limits, the target of her destination became clear. The Baker’s Maker, her own business that served as a front for her OTHER business, was in sight as she gained miles on it. Once she’d approached the storefront, the inside busy with customers, Zerori didn’t hesitate to swing the door open and speed walk inside. Naturally, her employees were shocked to see her there.

“M’am?” Janet called out, her eyes wide as she looked past a customer.

Zerori waved her off, “‘M fine,” She muttered, out of breath and making her way to the stairs. With a quick input of a security code, Zerori was quickly pacing down the stairs and in the gravitron. Finally isolated away from everyone she could hurt, physically or even emotionally, her gaze was pulled to the console in the center of the room and quickly made her way toward it. She hadn’t had the chance to upgrade it and wanted to try and use it, but as she’d looked over the settings and stared at the screen that flashed ‘x50’ over and over again… her rage was insurmountable.

Within minutes she was stomping back up and out of the bakery, her girls calling out to her as she stalked away with a single item in hand. The box, being completely square and black, gave no hint to its use or identity but the way Zerori held it made it clear that it held some importance.

She’d move so fast, hardly paying attention to where she was going that she didn’t realize that she was standing in front of the doors that led to the Gravitron in Athren’s ship. Her breathing was even heavier now, having likely sped to his ship in record time. I need it… the pain. The power… She pressed her hand to the security pad and watched the doors open with a his. I need… to be a n g r y! Her eyes flared bright red, a sign of her power, before she stomped inside and before the doors had even shut completely a feral cry of her raw emotion echoed in the room.

For hours it felt like, Zerori had forced her body to withstand the gravity inside - it’s force and pain helping her to channel the anger into pushing her to such heights that she was certain she’d dislocated a bone from it’s socket or fractured some other bone in a bid to punch faster - harder! It was only as she’d nearly collapsed from the strain in her body did Zerori notice something odd about the way she; moved. Mirror, reinforced with a specialized polimer to prevent breakage, revealed what she could only feel-

Her body, similar to her arms would be enshrouded in the large black and red manifestation of her dark power… was covered in it like a form of armor. She hadn’t even intended to summon her vector or even the supernatural strength of her Shadow Claws - yet they were out, sharp and ready to tear into anything she felt like. For a moment, Zerori took in the sleek and powerful build of her ‘armor’ and only saw some kind of monster staring back at her with her fangs bared in rebellion. However, the longer she stared at the form she took, the more it felt… right. For the first time, her skin felt as if she truly belonged in it and it felt… incredible. Glorifying.

Powerful.