Down on the seafloor, only a few miles out to sea from the small town of Beach City, a huge glass temple shuddered, its huge reflective panes quaking under pressure. Inside the temple, an old and once powerful being struggled to hold herself together. Her ancient eyes took in the damaged walls, spiderweb cracks running through the clear glass all around her.
A few Earth-days before, a tremor had rolled through the seafloor, shaking the temple. The glass above her had shifted and she was forced to repair the leaks as best she could with the scarce materials she had.
The small earthquake had taken its toll on her too, the ground's movements causing a large shard of glass to fall from one of the intricate decorations on the ceiling, and had slice deep into her wrist, and she could not regenerate or heal.
She rubbed at the gold band that cut into her skin on the wrist of her gem hand. It had been there for such a long time. Her time was limited now. The band which kept her and her powers locked away had almost drained her gem's energy, and soon, it would no longer have enough to keep the temple standing.
The glass prison gave another shudder, the spiderweb cracks lacing their way across the ceiling. Her gem throbbed, and she knew that the time before her gem shut down was limited. She could feel the beginning of shut down creeping up on her and her last thought was to try to secure the large numbers of blue-green orbs floating in the ceiling space. She was too late.
The temple shuddered one more time and then exploded into millions of glittering shards. Her last sight was the blue-green orbs, floating upwards toward the surface as her heavier body followed behind them. Her eyes glazed over and everything went dark.