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Her hair stood in excitement as she felt the beast's energy flow into her body, but this feeling was short lived. The monster had somehow reversed her spell, causing her energy to flow toward him. The shaman tried to reverse the reversal, but it was futile. His grip upon her spell was stronger than her own. She had to cut it off as soon as she could. By the time she had cut the spell off, a lot of her magical power had been drained. Zenovia stumbled forward slightly as the spell snapped, leaning on her staff for support. She suddenly felt dizzy and weak, her body exhausted. She didn't really know what happened after she had cut the spell, but all she knew was that the beast had retreated and they were alive.

As Ivan approached her, she heard him say something to her. She could barely make out the words, [color=ed1c24]"Are-- okay?"[/color] as she faded out of consciousness, the world going black. She collapsed to the ground in exhaustion, her energy spent from the destructive spells she had cast during the battle.