Elariel pushed aside a twinge of concern for Tae'loren as he and Ae'oleth left the room. He was a strong fighter, and she had no doubt he had done this many times. Instead she focused on the task at hand. As Solarius went about preparing the room, taking the Night Elves' advice.<br/><br/>The group moved into position with synchronicity. As a team they had prepared for this moment for month, they all knew their role and they were all ready to perform. They had known that they would be limited for time, and each movement made, each word uttered was done with precision.<br/><br/>Elariel was pleased that Solarius had left the cast, as she was soon absorbed by her own. The tainted magic of the Temple sucked her into a swirling vortex of power and her distraction was complete. If any enemies had entered the room she would never have known.<br/><br/>All of Elariel's concentration was now on the spell. She felt millennia of history peeling away around her. The walls around her mind started to flake and peel, the debris floating around her in a ghastly green soup of consciousness. She felt the history of the place; the darkness it held and the pain that steeped in every iota of its being. The taint hadn't been here all along, after a few moments that felt like eternities she knew that for certain. She could feel the power around them pulsing, veins of new fuel thrumming to a deeper core that she could feel on a primal level. The veins came from all over the complex, but to Elariel's surprise, the freshest came from the rooms closer to theirs. With a deep breath she searched further. The ghosts of similar veins were still pulsing in their room; each one slowly losing its tether to one of the tortured souls within. Each one feeding a beast that was growing and growing, churning and roiling as a giant mass of demonic energy.<br/><br/>Elariel had more information than she needed. She knew exactly how the power was so strong and how it remained so. She also knew that they had wasted their time and hope. This power would not help them; there was no justification for such debachery. She squeezed Aidyn and Tiern's hands, signalling that it was the end of the cast. After a moment she felt their hands tighten, someone wasn't ready to end.<br/><br/>Elariel's stomach heaved and she couldn't wait any longer, she pulled her hands free and cried out as the whirling soup of power faded back into gory reality.<br/><br/>"Never," Elariel breathed, hands settling on her stomach as she struggled to contain it.<br/><br/>When she looked up the others were coming to and she could see anger flaring on Neras and Teirn's faces.<br/><br/>"Why did you end it?" Roe'nor growled, squaring his shoulders and rolling his head from side to side.<br/><br/>"We have enough. We need to leave."<br/><br/>"We still have time, we should use it." Neras glared at Elariel as he spoke.<br/><br/>"No. There is no way we can harness this power; no way we can replicate it. There is no point remaining in the cast longer than necessary," Elariel said, her voice firm despite her body's wish to shiver uncontrollably. A couple of the others looked at her with questions in their eyes; they hadn't delved to the depths that she had. That was fine; there was time enough for her to explain when they were away from this forsaken place.<br/><br/>"Do we have time to recast?" This time Neras spoke to Solarius, who had been watching them with keen interest.<br/><br/>"If Elariel advises against it..." Solarius trailed off, a wariness in his voice. Perhaps he had seen something from their bodily reactions as they cast.<br/><br/>Either way the decision was made as the shields Solarius had set wavered. Someone wanted into the room.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>