Kaliadra chanted unceasingly. She could feel Velentham's energy ray through her spell. Containing his magic was much like holding back a river. Sweat trickled down her face and into the fabric of her robes. Her hands trembled with the sheer force of will.
Given that he could still cast, Kaliadra knew she had to narrow the spell. She pulled the bubble tightly around him. He would be unable to cast anything, but he was fighting. She didn't see him grab Sanria or hear his threats. She didn't know Matinus was behind her, watching.
Suddenly, a force brought her to her knees. She felt the familiar sensation of death lapping at the edges of her consciousness. Still, she kept chanting. She knew in that instant that Sanria was dying, that because of their link, she was dying as well. Only one thing was stopping their cross into the great beyond - Velentham's forgotten spell.
Kaliadra could feel the vortex pulling at Sanria, using Kaliadra as an anchor, sucking at both their energies in the fight to keep them both alive. Unseen by Kaliadra, Colin's blades found their mark, and when Velentham's soul departed, Kaliadra's antimagic spell snapped back to her like a rubber band. The force and drain hit her full on, and in front of the boy, Kaliadra collapsed into a pile on the floor.
