She opened her blank white eyes once more as she felt the strange pulls in her magic once more, something fighting off the shadow. Her eyes darted towards her staff though, which was now closer to her suddenly. She thanked whoever had pushed it closer, before grabbing it weakly and holding it up. She let out another yell, before muttering enchantments once more, quickly and swiftly, then she banged the staff on the strange floor. It sounded as if a great bell had rung, echoing along. At the same time, the struggling illusions all dropped down, as if dead, before fading to wind. The ground cleared to the nice flooring of flora and fauna once more, and the chaos.reverted itself.
The exhausted sorceress dropped the staff, giving a soft thump as it hit the dirt. She stumbled to the floor, her own hands the only thing not letting her fall face-first to the ground. She closed her white eyes for a small moment, feeling the warm trickle of blood staining her arm.
