Draiss had figured the anti-magic shell already, but apparently his intellect was not up to the task of outdoing his intuition. Not that hard really, considering his intuition stat was nearly 80, and his intellect was, at best, a 40. Intellect beating intuition would be like a little league baseball team beating the Dodgers for the World Championship. Damned unlikely, but it was, in theory at least, a remote, outside, exceedingly unlikely possibility. He didn't help the avatars, they were in charge of this show, and while he could solve the problem instantly, he wanted them to use their brains, rather than let theirs rot like he had. He watched them begin the ritual, and noted that they were nearly perfect, though it was slightly off, enough to leave tiny traces of the spell taint, but not enough to really hurt anyone, just enough to put them in a good mood for a while. The potions and drinks were not salvageable, to long with that concentration had permanently tainted them.<br/><br/>Once they were finished, he called the remaining seven of his mobile avatars to the one on top of Harley, and had them get ready to contain her while he released her, before joining in to subdue her. The eighth avatar, the one that had been guarding it, joined those seven, all of them ready to subdue her, and several dozen spells went off, readying the area for the fight, including one that prevented teleporting, portalling, or anything of that nature. Draiss had a sneaking suspicion that she had already been retrieved somehow, though if she had, Draiss was going to have to go back and request access to the book again, because he had put nearly eight levels of divine power in containing a three rank god, and getting loose from that was even more unlikely, even with outside help, than his intellect out preforming his intuition.