Isolde screams in pain and shock as her cloth darkens with the blood seeping through. The magic she was holding back earlier just turns to a black mist and disappears.
She gulps, staggering back, her eyes looking down to the knife and looking up to Marcus, her eyes wide with disbelief. "How… how did you…?" She manages to ask, her voice weak.
Marcus pulls the dagger out, as she slowly falls to her knees, her power gone.
The cottage stops shaking and the air goes back to normal.
"Better not come back." Marcus says as she collapses to the ground, dead. The light in her eyes is gone.
"Help me." He says to Gwyneria, trying to pull her body.
"What are you doing?" Gwyneria asks.
"Taking her body to the fire. I fear she may return if the host body is not destroyed." He says, pulling her.
"I won't…" Gwyneria begins, as her body turns to dust and blows away in the wind, like a small sandstorm.
She stays still looking at Marcus as they both are shocked.
