You're not sure.

The excruciating pain inside of you only multiplies. Your mind swims with feverish thoughts: as nice as it began, you wish it was all a dream now. Your eyes open as wide as they can to peer at a bright blue sky for what you realize may be the very last time...

Your hands back and palms-down, you crawl up Noire's lap with your back to her belly. Her fingertips touch you with a soothing blue light pulsing off each of her digits, some manner of probably curative magic, but you don't feel it. What you do feel is an astounding ache of bone pains in the entirety of your right side's deformed ribs. Cold sweat beads up riotously on your flushed forehead, now almost as red as your trembling cheeks.

Just when the pain is at its peak- there's a fiery thud and a deafening thunderous sound; in your dwindling consciousness, it amuses you slightly that the explosion barely registers in your pain-scraped senses.

Both you and Noire look to the source of the blast: it's a plume of black smoke coursing with pink flames and maroon embers, swirling and coursing with eerie synchronicity. The fiery disturbance is- right where the summoning circle failed!

Just that tiny bit of trans-dimensional rune work gone wrong manifests the entire plume of chaotic magic: it sinks inward, tar-black smoke and brilliant pink flames coalescing into the outline of a lifelike silhouette. It's moving as if walking, until all at once- it assumes flesh and form, the pink flames gone and the dark smoke dwindling.