The girl had to admit she did not mind her friend crashing into her at the bottom of the slope. Despite the fact that it probably caused her some bruising, and despite the fact that she would certainly be sore the next day, she took it all as a game like she was so prone to do. Of course, it was so like the fallen angel to worry first about everyone's health and enjoy the scenery. As Resplendence began prodding at her side, poking at bruises that the mare had certainly gained in her terribly clumsy fall down the hole, Kahlua winced where it hurt to appease her friend. Certainly Resplendence would not be happy until she had determined there were no major injuries to attend to.

Still, Kahlua could not be deterred from her staring and gaping at the bubbling magma. “I'm fine. And you?” she said with a smile just before Res spoke again. Do you know? The gods laughed at the question and Kahlua laughed too. Turning to face Resplendence, she shook her head and opened her mouth to speak, when she was interrupted by the clicking of hooves on the path that she had so ungracefully fallen down. It was probably for the better. Kahlua had no idea how they were going to get back out. Turning around, she smiled as she saw who it was- the pegasus that had been with them just after the invasion. Nodding her head in greeting to him, she couldn't help but feel that Res was lucky to have such a loving relationship with the stallion.

Unfortunately, her joy had to be short lived. The sounds of another individual moving came to her ears and she looked towards a darkened area that jutted out from the room. It was where the sounds were coming from. At first the girl was not concerned and so she called out happily enough, “Hello!” But the terrible high pitch screech that followed sent the mare's blood shivering. Shuffling sideways, closer to Res, Kahlua watched the shadows only to see the faintest outline of a black horse appear within the confines of the side room. Half a second later, she was experiencing something she had never felt before.

At first, the sensation was not terror, but just mildly uncomfortable, as the stallion attempted to attack all three at once. Not understanding what was going on, Kahlua was in no way capable of keeping the terrible demon out of her thoughts. So, when he finally gave up on probing Quilyan and focused on the mares alone, she was suddenly transported to hell. She screamed a terrible sound as an image of Antheia jumping off the cliff began playing in her mind. If she knew that this was the only the beginning, she certainly would have given up and died right then and there. But she did not know, so she just stood there, terrified, reliving the day when Antheia had thought it better to end her life.

Somewhere around her, Kahlua heard mysteriously cold words that she did not understand, speaking about butterflies and colors, but within a moment the words were lost to stony walls. She was in a new terror now, a deeper terror, and tears began to run down her face. Her brother stood in her mind, enveloped in flames, his skin boiling and peeling away. And though the image was only in her mind, it was difficult to separate dream from reality. “FUHRER,” she screamed useless, skittering sideways and likely crashing into Resplendence. “FUHRER,” she cried again as she heard his voice in her head. He was screaming too now, vocalizing his pain and making her feel every tortuous moment of his burns.

If there was anything to do, Kahlua could not think of it. She didn't even try to think of it. The stallion's power had overwhelmed her almost at once, taking her down into the deepest and darkest corners of her mind. She was living in a nightmare now. She was lucky to have friend with her. Without them, she would certainly fall into utter madness on this day.