[It was a funny way how a belief in an immaterial power could label one person as a believer, one person as a zealot, and another as a Scion of the Seventh Dawn. Those with the Echo were blessed with the assuredness of the voice of Hydaelyn, that her touch could be felt in the gifts they were given.

As Ysayle faltered, her own thoughts went to the voice she could not touch for these past months. The Heroes here had said that those who were Crystalized were safe. Safe as much as they could be. Not dead. But she knew not what this meant.

So in the end all she could do was hope and pray and ask for strength from the voice she had put her faith in. Her hand went to her breast and another held high as the crystals crept up her body.]

Alisaie. Forgive me. I cannot continue on with you here. Saint Shiva...Fill us with your light. Quench the hatred within our hearts and bless her with eternal grace.

[As she finished her prayer the crystal surged, swallowing and encasing her completely as in ice.]