<strong>Name;</strong>Mizuki Silverwing<br/><strong>Location;</strong>Everesta<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Anyone<br/><br/>Mizuki is extremely tired, her head is pounding, her breathing is ragged and heavy, her face is pale and although it is covered by the rain falling on her, she is sweating like crazy. Keeping the ritual spell active is draining her mana, stamina and concentration power at a very rapid rate but despite all that, her eyes burns with determination as she keeps feeding mana into the spell. She knows that if she lets up her spell even for a second, half of a second even, it will give the Balor a chance to turn the situation around, not something that will bode well for anyone. Her dress even begins to flicker and it slowly disintegrates making the "fabric" slowly but surely turns more and more transparent as she starts to take the reserve mana from it. Although normally she will refrain from going further than this but right now being seen naked in the middle of the city is the least of her worries, the demon have to be taken down at all cost and every second longer than her spell held is crucial and this time she knows that the Necromancer's spectral allies can't help her, they are already busy enough holding the demon back.<br/><br/>She grits her teeth so hard that her gum starts bleeding and she use the pain generated to keep herself from falling asleep as she thinks to herself, 'Come on... come on... just a little more.... I can't fail here... not now....'