There was no time to despair at their enemies escaping. Everyone in the pack kept fighting while being harried by the ponderous wisps. Enough strikes with magic or weapons shattered what corporeality they had. One by one, they broke and faded.

Janius struck down the last near him with a swing of his axe. A quick-breathed look around him confirmed immediate safety. Enough to painfully kneel down and remove Kaleeth's helmet where she laid. "Stay awake, love. Stay awake," he said frantically. Cupping the back of her head with his hand, he withdrew a skin with a healing potion to offer to her mouth.

Fendros stomped up to regroup with a new arrow nocked in his bow, held low in his hands and ready to raise against any leftover wisps. "Is anyone hurt?" he demanded.

Remembering herself, Sabine looked down at her body. She had flecks of dirt all over her from explosive spells. She didn't feel any pain. She came out surprisingly unscathed. "I am unhurt. I think, I..." Sabine's hands showed a shudder. Whatever she had to say trailed off as she brought her hand to her mouth, holding her breath. She was pale. After a few moments of standing still, she doubled over and let out a tiny wretch. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply.

"Sabine," Fendros said softly. "Please heal the others."

She opened her eyes and straightened. "Okay," she mumbled through her hand. Her legs quivered as she walked over to the nearest injured packmate. She wasn't sure whether what just happened was real.