Morsel winced at the thought of going into the tome. She’d never met a Lilim who liked being sealed and she was no exception. Still, she focused on the battle in front of them and sprayed another<b>[Water Jet]</b>, this time behind the enemy Lilim, trying to ensure none of them drifted too far from where the mandrake was going to be uprooted.<br/>She clawed into Jarvan’s shoulder as she felt the tome pulling at her, giving an anxious bark before blending into the page as a stoic portrait.