Dusk Shine looked up at the ethiral pony, who stat on top of an alter of terminals, each projecting a face of a pony who moved around like they were alive, though Dusk knew they were mere shadows of ponies long dead, bearly could even be called ghosts, just simple eachose.

“I know you?” Quicktrot Fragment said inquisitively, a grin forming on her face.

“I don’t!” Dusk stated, glaring at the abomination.

Quicktrot smirked even wider, her abdominal magic spreading through out the room, the shredded souls of her victims manifesting wildly.