High above the Netherstorm, Aliandra Mandar hovers, trapped inside a nether vortex. She doesn’t know how long she has been floating there. Time has no meaning to her anymore. She’s been here an eternity, slowly waiting for death to come.The first few hours (or was it days?) she had tried to cast spells to get out of here, but that only served to tire her our more. She had no magic left, and wouldn’t be able to recover it until she got some sleep…But if she fell asleep, she knew she wouldn’t wake up.She had torn up her already ragged robe and bandaged the worst of her wounds, but that had been something of a curse. The winds were beginning to pick up, and the temperature was rapidly dropping.Aliandra was curled into a ball, trying to keep warm. It didn’t help.She silently cursed herself. If