The cracks spread dangerously fast, leading to Rahja weaving quickly through the air before teleporting back to the others. "Nothing. There's just... nothing, hanging in the air." As she has stopped humming, all those wonderful emotions fade, leaving the fear of the unknown, uncertainty and a bit of helplessness behind. But it is not the time to despair.
Reflex (3d20+63)(112) (Rahja has Evasion, if it should matter)