[@Divinity]
Darquesse laughed as she emerged from her tomb, floating into the air as she gathered her powers around her. A wrathful god, clad in darkness and flames as the very earth rumbled. She was indeed a nearly biblical apocalypse, a force of nature. Linked directly to the source of magic her powers were limited only by her knowledge and skill, and had they fought but a year later Corban might have been defeated. With but a little more understanding, a little more knowledge, her power would have become immeasurable. She was a mage on the precipice of becoming a God, raw power incarnate. But this was not the case, and her fate had already been decided. 

A massive magical circle seemed to appear on the ground, hundreds of sigils etched into it by Corban's carefully placed spells. The crystals that had been spread across the field glowed in a carefully preset pattern, the seemingly chaotic spread transformed into an ordered catalyst for a spell of the highest calibre. Darquesse could feel it, as her magic was torn from her body. She screeched as she drew in more and more, her very being a portal to the infinite realm of magical energy. She filled up with magic again and again, only to have it dissipate the moment she was able to draw it in. She dropped to the ground, only barely managing to break her fall with a gust of wind. She stood, staring down Corban as she desperately attempted to cling to the last shreds of her power, her shadow puppets crashing to the ground around her. She was stripped of her capabilities, a mage in name only. And as she stared up at her opponent, she saw the massive beam cannon.

She remembered seeing such weapons as pathetic. Weak attempts made by the mortals to raise themselves to the level of a Mage, a pathetic display that cemented the intrinsic difference between the weak and the powerful. She remembered laughingly tearing through armies, shrugging off bullets and missiles as if it were nothing. That intoxicating power that had rushed through her. And yet, as she stared down the glowing barrel of the massive beam cannon, her arrogance was gone. Disappeared with her powers, torn from her by this infernal spell. She could feel only fear, as she realized she wouldn't be getting up from this one. No longer would her body knit itself together, as she mockingly taunted the fool who dared assault her. This was it. The end of the line.

In a way, it was an epiphany. Finally, she realized what it was like to be Stephanie. To be a human, in a world of gods and monsters. She felt no morbid curiosity, no sickening joy. And yet, she felt slightly relieved. Because, after all, this was the end of it. It seemed she wouldn't be destroying the world after all, huh.

"Well.... Fu-"

A blast of pure light tore through her body, incinerating every cell it touched as she was consumed by the green energy. Her entire form turned to ashes, her last thoughts cast into oblivion as her life was ended. Her soul dissipating into the flow of life and death once more, rejoining the cycle she herself had sought to escape from. And as Corban stood there, surrounded by explosions and death, a sudden silence seemed to have fallen over the battlefield. And where the wannabe God had been but moments before, there was nothing but ashes.