She was connected to the gate. No. Not one gate. Or even two. But several. Annabelle was enveloped by an inferno of power. A vast storm of dark power that blazed like the sun. And the souls of the people sacrificed to the gates continued to pour into her like a flood. There were so many of them. Somehow the individuality of Annabelle still existed and could recognise itself.
She could no longer perceive the material world around her. Assuming that she was even part of it anymore. Annabelle's mind had become detached from her body. She was devouring the magic of the gates and could not stop. The flow could not be halted. It was like trying to stop an enormous tidal wave with her hands. And the souls trapped by the gate were becoming part of her.
They now existed within her. Annabelle coul
