The woman chuckles, reaching for the card that has been pushed her way.

"Well, perhaps if these aren't to your liking, we can pull another round..."

But her voice trails off as she begins to flip the card over. She cannot see, but she can feel something happening, something that she has never experienced before. It's startling and foriegn and pervasive, and for a second she doesn't know if it is coming from her or if it is coming from the cards themselves.

All she knows is that something is very wrong.

The card that she'd pulled does not matter, because whatever picture was on the face is being very quickly consumed by an inky blackness. It spreads to the four corners just as the card is turned fully upright. With a gasp, she quickly turns over the other two cards to reveal that the same dark energy is spreading over them too, devouring the symbols and images in a solid, featureless darkness.

"W-What--" Is all she can stutter out.

Robin puts a hand on Phalanx's shoulder, but says nothing. He only tugs at them, wanting to leave now more than ever.