Lydia was losing her grip on reality. Shenyo seemed to be lost in the black mass of energy that she knew was supposed to be him. She trembled with the effort to call forth magick from her depths. Bracing herself against the bannister, she leaned over as far as she dared to watch the scene below her unfold. Never in her wildest imagination had she ever entertained Shenyo failing at his quest but when Milas drove his blade through him, Lydia toppled over the edge. She hit the marble floor with a splat that was almost undetectable amid the cacophony of battle. Her spirit separated from her body and she could see herself sprawled on the cold floor. Drawn to something that was beyond her control, Lydia’s spirit energy sought out Shenyo’s. No longer bound by flesh, she was strong.<br/><br/>He was splayed open with the sword, pinned unnaturally like some insect specimen yet there was still a will within him. Lydia’s energy knew that is she could mingle with what life force he had left that the two of them could work miracles.<br/><br/>“Mother Earth,” she chanted, “aid us. Make the two of us one and rid this world of the unholy nobles who devour us.”<br/>She could feel herself swelling, growing big, like the Great Earth Mother herself. Now if only Shenyo could, would reach out to her.<br/>