Desalith was frowning, gazing at the mark on Celeste's neck. He couldn't place it; but whenever he saw it, the unwanted thoughts came back up the levels of his memory.

He couldn't think any longer when he heard the quiet whizzing of an arrow and a thud next to him. He stared in horror as his old friend fell, an expression on his face that Desalith had seen before in the fight against the Necromancer.

Rage overtook confusion. Disregarding his own safety, he spun around in the direction of the arrow. A distinct snap came from the bushes.

Roaring in a voice that couldn't be his own, he lifted his staff and brought it crashing down on the ground, sending waves of electrical energy in the direction where he heard the snap come from.

10 seconds later, he collapsed, having drained all his energy and decisively overexerting himself. The world was a blur around him.