As the last parts of the ritual were put into place Cythlla started her chanting. What she was saying was rather hard to tell due to it being some sort of ancient language. The magic circle started to glow. Runil was starting to be lifted into the air. This spell was very powerful, but also very dangerous if done wrong. It also took alot of magic, meaning it would take some of Cythlla's life force. Her life had already been shortened to about 50, but now it was going to come down to about 49.

The items around the ritual circle started to lift up as well, soon enough they shot towards each other above Runil. It looked like a blazing green fire above Runil. Soon enough the fire shot down at Runil and set her on fire. However this fire did not hurt her. Instead it seemed to burn away all of her wounds, even fatigue at that. After the fire disappeared Runil would fall to the bed that she was on. Cythlla also fell, though she was lucky enough to land on Henry who had just entered the room after his rather long nap.

Cythlla was panting a bit from the spell, she was tired and had used up all of her magic reserves. She would be fine but she would need atleast a few hours of rest before she was back up to fighting prowess again. "When Runil wakes up, I'm gonna need someone to hit her on the head. I'm won't be doing that again." Cythlla said as she layed on top of Henry, her belly touching his back.