Amber and red aura explodes from Faerai’s body, and it throws Leilyn far away like a hurricane. Her sword snaps, and she could feel the pressure trying to snap her bones. She hurriedly encases herself with a ball of transparent violet shield, albeit quite late, seeing as she has acquired some burns on her arms – her arm sleeves are now tattered –, her face and chest. Some strands of her hair are stringed, the smell of burnt hair over coming her senses.
Leilyn watches as Faerai ascends into the air, amber and red energy swiveling around her. She’s then encased with said energies, and she glows brightly. Leilyn has to cover her eyes with the back of her palm, which is slightly burnt and stings a little bit. For some reason, the burns aren’t healing.
When the light finally dies die, Leilyn opens he eyes to a terrifying sight. Her heart skips a beat at the disfigured form before her; maybe in fear or disgust, she doesn’t know.