Lilia stood frozen, her thoughts scrambling to comprehend the events that had just unfolded. It was only when she spoke that she realized her voice was not her own, confirming that she had indeed transformed. Where she might've usually despaired at such a shift, an unexpected sense of relief now washed through her—this transformation had allowed her to rescue her friends.
"Thanks for the save, but who are you?" Alex asked, eyeing the figure before him with guarded caution. His expression mirrored his uncertainty. Her humanoid form, with its blue skin and the unmistakable presence of horns and a tail, suggested something otherworldly.
"Cool, you some kind of superhero?" Nathan chimed in, his tone casual and unperturbed by her appearance. In his eyes, she was already an ally—after all, she wouldn't have saved them if she weren't on their side.
"Let's just say I'm here to help, but we need to move—your safety is what matters most right now," Lilia urged, her voice laced with urgency, steering the conversation away from her identity.
"Alright, let's get moving," Alex agreed, his practical nature taking the reins, though he maintained a respectful demeanour toward their mysterious benefactor, not wishing to alienate a potential ally.
"Wait!" Mia interjected, her voice laced with both pain and determination. "We can't leave James behind—he's still out there. Please, find him; we'll make our way to the exit on our own."
All eyes turned to Lilia, unaware that James—the very person they sought—stood before them, his identity obscured by the transformation. A lump formed in Lilia's throat. The exit was near, yet her friends were willing to risk their safety for her.
But before Lilia could object, Mia stood, wincing as her movements aggravated a hidden wound. Only then did they notice the severe laceration on her leg, from which blood flowed freely.
"No, you're hurt. I won't leave you like this," Lilia stated decisively, her concern clear in her unwavering tone.
"But you'll go after him once we're safe, right?" Mia asked, her voice tinged with reluctance but holding onto the hope that James could endure a little longer.
"I will, but first, let's take care of that injury," Lilia replied, concealing her inner conflict. She could pretend to search for James and simply wait for the change to reverse.
In the game, Lilia had mastered countless spells including healing magic. She knelt beside Mia, hoping that her magic would respond as it had moments before, but it failed her—no spells came forth. Accepting the reality of her powerlessness, she turned her attention to practical first aid.
"I need something to stop the bleeding," Lilia announced, surveying the room. Ordinarily, she might have torn a piece from her garment for such a purpose, but this time her clothing had changed as well, now resembling her in-game outfit and considering her current form, disrobing was not an option.
"Here, use this." Alex offered his shirt to Lilia.
Mia gasped, clutching her leg as Lilia fashioned a makeshift bandage. "This will do for now, but it'll need proper cleaning and disinfection later."
"May I at least know the name of our rescuer?" Mia inquired as Lilia attended to her injury.
"Ja... Lilia," she almost stumbled over her words, narrowly avoiding referring to herself as James. Her slight hesitation went unnoticed.
Mia managed a weak smile, grateful for the help. "Thank you, Lilia. I don't know what we would have done without you."
Lilia nodded, remaining silent, her mind racing with the implications of her dual identity.
Mia seemed to sense the tension, seeking to lighten the mood. "I guess it's only polite that we introduce ourselves too. I'm Mia," she said, indicating herself.
"Nice to meet you, Mia," Lilia responded, her voice steady despite the roiling thoughts within.
Mia gestured to the others, "And these are my friends, Nathan and Alex. We're all in the same class."
Nathan waved energetically, "Hey there! You're pretty awesome, you know?"
Alex offered a reserved nod, his eyes still studying Lilia with a hint of curiosity.
"It's a pleasure," Lilia replied, careful to keep her expression neutral.
Mia leaned heavily on Lilia as they moved forward. "You're really strong, Lilia. And kind too, to help strangers like this."
Lilia offered a reassuring smile. "Anyone would've done the same in my place," she countered modestly, though she wasn't entirely sure that was true.
Mia glanced up at her, her brow furrowed ever so slightly. "Maybe, but there's something familiar about you. Have you always had these powers?"
Avoiding the question, Lilia shifted the focus. "Let's keep moving. It's not safe to stay here for long."
Once Mia's leg was bandaged, Lilia helped her to her feet, her actions practiced from numerous first aid classes she took as James. Supporting Mia's weight, they made their way to the exit.
As they approached the exit, Mia felt a nagging sense of familiarity with Lilia, as if there were an unspoken connection between them. "There's something about you, Lilia," Mia mused, her gaze inquisitive. "It feels like we've met. Have we?"
Lilia's pulse quickened, yet she maintained a poker face. "I don't think so. I've never seen you before."
Mia's suspicion lingered, but it was quickly eclipsed by the night air as they emerged into the open. The skyline of New Atlantis stretched before them, an impressive tapestry of technology and splendour.
"Ah, fresh air at last," Nathan exclaimed, taking a deep breath.
The city seemed unnervingly calm; no sirens, no indication of the turmoil they had left inside the bar. It was as if the establishment were in a bubble, untouched by the outside world.
"Look, we need to call for help. Nathan, Alex, dial 911. Report a monster outbreak nearby and stress the danger," Lilia directed, her voice carrying an authoritative edge.
Nathan and Alex hastily complied, their fingers working their phones to relay the emergency. Mia, leaning on Lilia, looked up with a beseeching expression.
"Lilia, please. James is still in there. With your powers, can't you do anything?" Mia implored.
Torn, Lilia wavered. Every instinct suggested she should conceal her presence until the transformation passed, but the ingrained teachings of her father—a staunch sense of duty—stirred within her.
"I'm going back in," Lilia declared, her resolve firming. She hoped the strength her new form provided would be enough to face the monsters. "You find a safe place and wait for the emergency services."
Lilia steeled herself as she re-entered the building, her senses on high alert for any sign of survivors—or the monstrous creatures that had sown destruction. Her footsteps echoed in the eerily silent corridors, broken occasionally by distant crashes or growls, harbingers of the chaos that lingered.
Recalling the room where she had last seen a group of survivors, she hastened back, driven by the urgency to confirm their safety. The door groaned on its hinges, revealing chaos within; overturned furniture and personal effects strewn about, telltale signs of a desperate flight.
Advancing to the room's heart, Lilia's blood ran cold as a scream sliced through the silence. Adrenaline flooded her system, her heart drumming a fierce rhythm of fear and resolve. She sprinted toward the sound, all her senses honed to trace its origin.
The shriek led her to the threshold of another room. Lilia’s gaze fell upon a scene of horror: the two grotesque, bat-like entities hovered above a young man's still figure. His features, etched with the terror of his final moments, were a grim testament to the creatures' savagery.
Her eyes darted around the room looking for anyone left alive, only to find mutilated corpses, but then her eye caught a slight movement behind one of the furniture. It was a young girl desperately trying not to make a noise.
A storm of emotion raged within Lilia. Her nascent powers had bestowed upon her great strength, yet she was not sure if she could utilize them properly.
Taking a steady breath, Lilia stepped forward with quiet resolve. The creatures swung their malevolent gaze to her, their bloodshot eyes locking onto her altered form. She braced herself, anticipating the imminent clash.
She thought that maybe danger similarly to before would allow her to summon her magic once again, yet it remained out of her reach, its absence sending a wave of panic skirting across her mind. But she pushed it back, concentrating instead on the imminent threat. Her reflexes carried her through, dodging most of the assault, though some blows landed, searing her with pain.
The agony was acute, a jagged reminder of her mortality that only fuelled her resolve. Each strike was a call to arms, propelling her to finish the fight quickly.
Yet neither Lilia nor the creatures could clinch victory. Her attacks connected but didn't faze them, while their own grazes left her with throbbing wounds. The room became a maelstrom of motion, a frenzied ballet of conflict, with neither adversary gaining the upper hand.
The standoff in the room showed no signs of abating, and Lilia's thoughts raced for a strategy to shift the balance. The well-being of the last occupant hinged on her skill to outsmart the relentless creatures. Steeled with determination, she concocted a plan to draw them off, forging a chance for the girl inside to flee.
With a surge of speed, Lilia bolted for the exit, the creatures snapping at her heels. Their unearthly screeches reverberated through the hallways as she led them away, hoping this diversion would grant the others the time needed to escape.
Dashing through the hallway, Lilia's sharp gaze landed on a crowbar on the floor, an overlooked item in the midst of pandemonium. Her mind instantly saw its potential as a weapon. A flicker of resolve passed over her face as she snatched up the crowbar, its heft comforting in her capable hands.
The passageway seemed to unfold without end as she pressed on, the creatures dogged in their chase. A strategy took shape in her head—she would draw them into a spot where the environment could be used to her advantage.
Reaching a broader expanse of the building, Lilia ground to a halt and spun to confront her pursuers. The girl from the room peeked out, her expression mingling terror and hope.
"Go! Find safety!" Lilia called out, her voice steady and encouraging. The girl paused, then with a nod, vanished down an adjacent passageway.
Focusing once more on the creatures, Lilia's grip on the crowbar firmed. She might not be able to defeat them outright, but she could delay them, giving the others time to get away. They lunged, their jagged limbs cutting the air.
Seized by a sudden insight, Lilia sidestepped into a confined corridor. Her transformation lent her the agility to dodge their strikes, weaving through the tight space with deliberate grace.
Eyeing an overhead beam, Lilia leapt up, temporarily beyond the creatures' reach. As they surged at her, she swung the crowbar with a finesse she hadn't anticipated, connecting with a creature's skull. It staggered back, its cry a blend of pain and rage.
Lilia maintained her rhythmic evasion, luring them further from the girl's hiding spot, her actions driven by both strategy and raw instinct. The crowbar was no longer just a piece of metal; it was a conduit of her resolve, a means to fend off the creatures. All she lacked, it seemed, was an orange suit of armour.
Lilia's heart pounded as she struck the creature again with the crowbar, a sickening crunch sounding with the impact. The beast snarled in pain, baring its jagged teeth, darkened with the evidence of its past kills. Lilia braced herself, anticipating the creature's counterattack.
But before the beast could strike back, a blinding burst of light filled the corridor. Lilia shielded her eyes, temporarily blinded by the intense glow. As the brilliance waned, she glimpsed a figure of a woman clad in a suit that shimmered like sunlight made tangible. Here stood Solar, the celebrated heroine known for her mastery over light.
Instantly, Solar thrust out her hand, which radiated with a dazzling aura. A beam of pure light shot from her fingertips, slicing through the gloom with deadly accuracy. The creature, ensnared by the light's path, let out a guttural cry, its flesh searing and smoking until it crumbled into ash, erasing all signs of the horror it once represented.
Lowering her makeshift weapon, Lilia felt a surge of awe and relief. She observed as Solar, her face obscured by light but her stance exuding authority, turned to her.
"Did you see any other survivors?" Solar inquired, her tone commanding yet laced with concern.
Lilia snapped out of her reverie, the urgency of the moment dawning on her. "Yes, a girl—back there. I lured the monsters away to give her time. She ran this way."
Solar gave a nod of recognition, her focus not swayed by Lilia's peculiar looks—it was as though such details were inconsequential at this moment. "Good. Keep yourself safe. I'll handle the rest."
With those words, Solar ascended, leaving Lilia in a state of wonder. She watched as the heroine glided through the building, her beams of light piercing the shadows. The threatening creatures fell in quick succession, vanishing into nothingness under the onslaught of Solar's luminous assault.
Lilia, realizing Solar had the situation in hand, took the chance to quietly exit the building. The adrenaline that had propelled her through the tense standoff was ebbing away, leaving behind a fog of mental fatigue.
Stepping outside, the cool night air enveloped her. Lilia discovered a hidden nook, shielded from prying eyes, and rested against the wall. The sensation of her clothes against her changed form was a relentless reminder of her transformation.
Meanwhile at the karaoke bar, police swarmed the scene, officers documenting the event with photos and gathering eyewitness accounts. Amidst the commotion, a sleek black car pulled up. The doors opened, and out stepped Agent Collins, flanked by Akari. The pair approached the scene, their faces a blend of professionalism and concern.
Collins, observing the area, picked up on faint traces of supernatural energy. Akari's spiritual sense, homed in on the remaining aura—an intricate mix of unfamiliar and familiar forces.
"Something significant occurred here," Collins observed, his gaze sharpening as he took in the scene.
"The energy is peculiar, recognizable and yet altered. It's complex," Akari responded, her focus unwavering.
Collins produced a device, sweeping the vicinity for irregularities. "We'll handle the investigation from here. It's time to uncover what went down."
Entering the karaoke bar, they were met with the vestiges of a paranormal confrontation. With a knowing look exchanged between them, Collins and Akari understood that this event was far from ordinary, and they were intent on discovering the full extent of what had transpired.
Lilia stood frozen, her thoughts scrambling to comprehend the events that had just unfolded. It was only when she spoke that she realized her voice was not her own, confirming that she had indeed transformed. Where she might've usually despaired at such a shift, an unexpected sense of relief now washed through her—this transformation had allowed her to rescue her friends.
"Thanks for the save, but who are you?" Alex asked, eyeing the figure before him with guarded caution. His expression mirrored his uncertainty. Her humanoid form, with its blue skin and the unmistakable presence of horns and a tail, suggested something otherworldly.
"Cool, you some kind of superhero?" Nathan chimed in, his tone casual and unperturbed by her appearance. In his eyes, she was already an ally—after all, she wouldn't have saved them if she weren't on their side.
"Let's just say I'm here to help, but we need to move—your safety is what matters most right now," Lilia urged, her voice laced with urgency, steering the conversation away from her identity.
"Alright, let's get moving," Alex agreed, his practical nature taking the reins, though he maintained a respectful demeanour toward their mysterious benefactor, not wishing to alienate a potential ally.
"Wait!" Mia interjected, her voice laced with both pain and determination. "We can't leave James behind—he's still out there. Please, find him; we'll make our way to the exit on our own."
All eyes turned to Lilia, unaware that James—the very person they sought—stood before them, his identity obscured by the transformation. A lump formed in Lilia's throat. The exit was near, yet her friends were willing to risk their safety for her.
But before Lilia could object, Mia stood, wincing as her movements aggravated a hidden wound. Only then did they notice the severe laceration on her leg, from which blood flowed freely.
"No, you're hurt. I won't leave you like this," Lilia stated decisively, her concern clear in her unwavering tone.
"But you'll go after him once we're safe, right?" Mia asked, her voice tinged with reluctance but holding onto the hope that James could endure a little longer.
"I will, but first, let's take care of that injury," Lilia replied, concealing her inner conflict. She could pretend to search for James and simply wait for the change to reverse.
In the game, Lilia had mastered countless spells including healing magic. She knelt beside Mia, hoping that her magic would respond as it had moments before, but it failed her—no spells came forth. Accepting the reality of her powerlessness, she turned her attention to practical first aid.
"I need something to stop the bleeding," Lilia announced, surveying the room. Ordinarily, she might have torn a piece from her garment for such a purpose, but this time her clothing had changed as well, now resembling her in-game outfit and considering her current form, disrobing was not an option.
"Here, use this." Alex offered his shirt to Lilia.
Mia gasped, clutching her leg as Lilia fashioned a makeshift bandage. "This will do for now, but it'll need proper cleaning and disinfection later."
"May I at least know the name of our rescuer?" Mia inquired as Lilia attended to her injury.
"Ja... Lilia," she almost stumbled over her words, narrowly avoiding referring to herself as James. Her slight hesitation went unnoticed.
Mia managed a weak smile, grateful for the help. "Thank you, Lilia. I don't know what we would have done without you."
Lilia nodded, remaining silent, her mind racing with the implications of her dual identity.
Mia seemed to sense the tension, seeking to lighten the mood. "I guess it's only polite that we introduce ourselves too. I'm Mia," she said, indicating herself.
"Nice to meet you, Mia," Lilia responded, her voice steady despite the roiling thoughts within.
Mia gestured to the others, "And these are my friends, Nathan and Alex. We're all in the same class."
Nathan waved energetically, "Hey there! You're pretty awesome, you know?"
Alex offered a reserved nod, his eyes still studying Lilia with a hint of curiosity.
"It's a pleasure," Lilia replied, careful to keep her expression neutral.
Mia leaned heavily on Lilia as they moved forward. "You're really strong, Lilia. And kind too, to help strangers like this."
Lilia offered a reassuring smile. "Anyone would've done the same in my place," she countered modestly, though she wasn't entirely sure that was true.
Mia glanced up at her, her brow furrowed ever so slightly. "Maybe, but there's something familiar about you. Have you always had these powers?"
Avoiding the question, Lilia shifted the focus. "Let's keep moving. It's not safe to stay here for long."
Once Mia's leg was bandaged, Lilia helped her to her feet, her actions practiced from numerous first aid classes she took as James. Supporting Mia's weight, they made their way to the exit.
As they approached the exit, Mia felt a nagging sense of familiarity with Lilia, as if there were an unspoken connection between them. "There's something about you, Lilia," Mia mused, her gaze inquisitive. "It feels like we've met. Have we?"
Lilia's pulse quickened, yet she maintained a poker face. "I don't think so. I've never seen you before."
Mia's suspicion lingered, but it was quickly eclipsed by the night air as they emerged into the open. The skyline of New Atlantis stretched before them, an impressive tapestry of technology and splendour.
"Ah, fresh air at last," Nathan exclaimed, taking a deep breath.
The city seemed unnervingly calm; no sirens, no indication of the turmoil they had left inside the bar. It was as if the establishment were in a bubble, untouched by the outside world.
"Look, we need to call for help. Nathan, Alex, dial 911. Report a monster outbreak nearby and stress the danger," Lilia directed, her voice carrying an authoritative edge.
Nathan and Alex hastily complied, their fingers working their phones to relay the emergency. Mia, leaning on Lilia, looked up with a beseeching expression.
"Lilia, please. James is still in there. With your powers, can't you do anything?" Mia implored.
Torn, Lilia wavered. Every instinct suggested she should conceal her presence until the transformation passed, but the ingrained teachings of her father—a staunch sense of duty—stirred within her.
"I'm going back in," Lilia declared, her resolve firming. She hoped the strength her new form provided would be enough to face the monsters. "You find a safe place and wait for the emergency services."
Lilia steeled herself as she re-entered the building, her senses on high alert for any sign of survivors—or the monstrous creatures that had sown destruction. Her footsteps echoed in the eerily silent corridors, broken occasionally by distant crashes or growls, harbingers of the chaos that lingered.
Recalling the room where she had last seen a group of survivors, she hastened back, driven by the urgency to confirm their safety. The door groaned on its hinges, revealing chaos within; overturned furniture and personal effects strewn about, telltale signs of a desperate flight.
Advancing to the room's heart, Lilia's blood ran cold as a scream sliced through the silence. Adrenaline flooded her system, her heart drumming a fierce rhythm of fear and resolve. She sprinted toward the sound, all her senses honed to trace its origin.
The shriek led her to the threshold of another room. Lilia’s gaze fell upon a scene of horror: the two grotesque, bat-like entities hovered above a young man's still figure. His features, etched with the terror of his final moments, were a grim testament to the creatures' savagery.
Her eyes darted around the room looking for anyone left alive, only to find mutilated corpses, but then her eye caught a slight movement behind one of the furniture. It was a young girl desperately trying not to make a noise.
A storm of emotion raged within Lilia. Her nascent powers had bestowed upon her great strength, yet she was not sure if she could utilize them properly.
Taking a steady breath, Lilia stepped forward with quiet resolve. The creatures swung their malevolent gaze to her, their bloodshot eyes locking onto her altered form. She braced herself, anticipating the imminent clash.
She thought that maybe danger similarly to before would allow her to summon her magic once again, yet it remained out of her reach, its absence sending a wave of panic skirting across her mind. But she pushed it back, concentrating instead on the imminent threat. Her reflexes carried her through, dodging most of the assault, though some blows landed, searing her with pain.
The agony was acute, a jagged reminder of her mortality that only fuelled her resolve. Each strike was a call to arms, propelling her to finish the fight quickly.
Yet neither Lilia nor the creatures could clinch victory. Her attacks connected but didn't faze them, while their own grazes left her with throbbing wounds. The room became a maelstrom of motion, a frenzied ballet of conflict, with neither adversary gaining the upper hand.
The standoff in the room showed no signs of abating, and Lilia's thoughts raced for a strategy to shift the balance. The well-being of the last occupant hinged on her skill to outsmart the relentless creatures. Steeled with determination, she concocted a plan to draw them off, forging a chance for the girl inside to flee.
With a surge of speed, Lilia bolted for the exit, the creatures snapping at her heels. Their unearthly screeches reverberated through the hallways as she led them away, hoping this diversion would grant the others the time needed to escape.
Dashing through the hallway, Lilia's sharp gaze landed on a crowbar on the floor, an overlooked item in the midst of pandemonium. Her mind instantly saw its potential as a weapon. A flicker of resolve passed over her face as she snatched up the crowbar, its heft comforting in her capable hands.
The passageway seemed to unfold without end as she pressed on, the creatures dogged in their chase. A strategy took shape in her head—she would draw them into a spot where the environment could be used to her advantage.
Reaching a broader expanse of the building, Lilia ground to a halt and spun to confront her pursuers. The girl from the room peeked out, her expression mingling terror and hope.
"Go! Find safety!" Lilia called out, her voice steady and encouraging. The girl paused, then with a nod, vanished down an adjacent passageway.
Focusing once more on the creatures, Lilia's grip on the crowbar firmed. She might not be able to defeat them outright, but she could delay them, giving the others time to get away. They lunged, their jagged limbs cutting the air.
Seized by a sudden insight, Lilia sidestepped into a confined corridor. Her transformation lent her the agility to dodge their strikes, weaving through the tight space with deliberate grace.
Eyeing an overhead beam, Lilia leapt up, temporarily beyond the creatures' reach. As they surged at her, she swung the crowbar with a finesse she hadn't anticipated, connecting with a creature's skull. It staggered back, its cry a blend of pain and rage.
Lilia maintained her rhythmic evasion, luring them further from the girl's hiding spot, her actions driven by both strategy and raw instinct. The crowbar was no longer just a piece of metal; it was a conduit of her resolve, a means to fend off the creatures. All she lacked, it seemed, was an orange suit of armour.
Lilia's heart pounded as she struck the creature again with the crowbar, a sickening crunch sounding with the impact. The beast snarled in pain, baring its jagged teeth, darkened with the evidence of its past kills. Lilia braced herself, anticipating the creature's counterattack.
But before the beast could strike back, a blinding burst of light filled the corridor. Lilia shielded her eyes, temporarily blinded by the intense glow. As the brilliance waned, she glimpsed a figure of a woman clad in a suit that shimmered like sunlight made tangible. Here stood Solar, the celebrated heroine known for her mastery over light.
Instantly, Solar thrust out her hand, which radiated with a dazzling aura. A beam of pure light shot from her fingertips, slicing through the gloom with deadly accuracy. The creature, ensnared by the light's path, let out a guttural cry, its flesh searing and smoking until it crumbled into ash, erasing all signs of the horror it once represented.
Lowering her makeshift weapon, Lilia felt a surge of awe and relief. She observed as Solar, her face obscured by light but her stance exuding authority, turned to her.
"Did you see any other survivors?" Solar inquired, her tone commanding yet laced with concern.
Lilia snapped out of her reverie, the urgency of the moment dawning on her. "Yes, a girl—back there. I lured the monsters away to give her time. She ran this way."
Solar gave a nod of recognition, her focus not swayed by Lilia's peculiar looks—it was as though such details were inconsequential at this moment. "Good. Keep yourself safe. I'll handle the rest."
With those words, Solar ascended, leaving Lilia in a state of wonder. She watched as the heroine glided through the building, her beams of light piercing the shadows. The threatening creatures fell in quick succession, vanishing into nothingness under the onslaught of Solar's luminous assault.
Lilia, realizing Solar had the situation in hand, took the chance to quietly exit the building. The adrenaline that had propelled her through the tense standoff was ebbing away, leaving behind a fog of mental fatigue.
Stepping outside, the cool night air enveloped her. Lilia discovered a hidden nook, shielded from prying eyes, and rested against the wall. The sensation of her clothes against her changed form was a relentless reminder of her transformation.
Meanwhile at the karaoke bar, police swarmed the scene, officers documenting the event with photos and gathering eyewitness accounts. Amidst the commotion, a sleek black car pulled up. The doors opened, and out stepped Agent Collins, flanked by Akari. The pair approached the scene, their faces a blend of professionalism and concern.
Collins, observing the area, picked up on faint traces of supernatural energy. Akari's spiritual sense, homed in on the remaining aura—an intricate mix of unfamiliar and familiar forces.
"Something significant occurred here," Collins observed, his gaze sharpening as he took in the scene.
"The energy is peculiar, recognizable and yet altered. It's complex," Akari responded, her focus unwavering.
Collins produced a device, sweeping the vicinity for irregularities. "We'll handle the investigation from here. It's time to uncover what went down."
Entering the karaoke bar, they were met with the vestiges of a paranormal confrontation. With a knowing look exchanged between them, Collins and Akari understood that this event was far from ordinary, and they were intent on discovering the full extent of what had transpired.
