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Lyra fires again at the beast, still relatively primed with some energy.  Still, though, her breathing felt a good deal heavier and more labored, and her body looked as alabaster as the snow-capped mountains from which she came.  Two charges were all it took now to tire her out, apparently.

My, she might've been in worse shape than when she started using magic!  After this whole adventure, maybe Lyra would have to see if there were any runes or other old magical contraptions that were sucking the energy out of her.  She used to raise the dead, for goodness' sake!