[quote=@Bright_Ops]With one final leap from a mount granted to him by the Goddesses themselves, Fortune De Vigny's final words as his divine lance made contact with daemonic flesh and both he and the foul creature itself were consumed by an explosion of pure, heavenly light were "FOR BRETONNIA!" 

He would never be seen again.[/quote]
Neither would Leona.

Perhaps her form had simply not been as intimidating as it seemed. Perhaps whatever power it had afforded her had not yet been fully developed. Perhaps she had been specially vulnerable to whatever magic Fortune had sacrificed his life to employ. 

Whatever the case had been however, naught remained once Fortune departed in his final blaze of glory - not so much as a scrap of golden hair from her hide.

[quote=@Cruallassar]Kael's next action would be to use his Ethereal Sight...it would work, because he willed it.[/quote]
His first action to will the three bolts now surrounding Donny into place took but an instant, a simplicity too mundane to require more than an errant thought to arrange in this suggestion of a world. When he turned to his own ethereal sight however...

He saw nothing.

There was no magic, anywhere. Unlike before, it was not as if magic had once been but had died. Now it was simply that magic had never existed; as if what had been before had been a mere illusion. The only trace of it he could find was spilled like ink in water from his own eyes.

Of course, his sight did reveal [i]something[/i] that had been hidden before - it did not seem magical, quite - as still could not even properly see it, [i]per-se[/i]. Yet, Kael could somehow tell that now, there were connections of a kind, all surrounding the machine left in the darkness. Perhaps due to his willing his own sight to work, perhaps passively enhancing his own power without realization.

One of the conduits tied directly to the pavise knight, a winding, screw-like cord that twisted silently like a knife in the empty space. Its motion was excruciatingly slow - but certain, like the sun rising and setting.

The other conduit tied - somewhere else. It seemed to spiral inward, inside the machine itself, burrowing into the depths of the construct's own internal space without end until it reached - something, somewhere else. It was hard to discern more. Peering into that link was akin to feeling one had when standing upon the edge of a chasm.

"Shit." The pavise knight uttered from behind Kael. "Well, guess we have more time to reset the machine-"

Kael received no warning whatsoever. As he had been speaking, the pavise knight had slipped loose his crossbow, leveled it calmly to aim it at the small of the archer's back, and fired another one of the small, cylinder-tipped bolts at him mid-sentence without even breaking his tone or sentence.

-now." He said with a complete deadpan, the sound nearly obscured by the metallic twang of his weapon firing.