Shizel concentrated on her spell, and although her eyes did not once open, she could feel easily enough the events that happened around her. Someone protected her while she gathered the engery... Kwanchai? And a great magic that gathered in the direction she had last seen Ventuswill... There was a tinge of something? Pity? How foolish... though she squeezed her eyes shut still, avoiding the temptation to open them and assess the situation. Was she putting her trust in Kwanchai for this? How sickening...

Shizel... You are fighting hard, just like everyone...

She knew now. That was Meredy's voice. A voice that had been long silenced during her time in Crystallis -- but one she had never forgotten. Balir, Meredy -- she thought, what would you think of me now?

Meredy thinks... Shizel is not really...

But finally, the spell was complete. The magic she had carefully woven coming to a peak as her dark eyes finally snapped open, a gigantic sword taking shape above the heroes made of pure energy. "Eternal Fatality!" she cried, lifting her staff high above her as the sweat zigzagged down her face, her breath catching in her throat, the poison squeezing her airway shut with that final shout, as she collapsed to the ground.

No... M-mother -- !!

The powerful spell came raging down on Dycedarg -- though if those still standing weren't careful -- the magic wouldn't discriminate from 'friend' or foe.