Sylvia couldn't do anything. She couldn't do anything as she watched Erendal take out a dagger and stabbed himself with it. Her eyes widened when she noticed that the dagger looked like the one the skeleton mage had. Before she could even reach out to grab it, Erendal already threw it past her and it exploded into flames. She raised her arms to have the sleeves of her robes protect her face and hair as the flames appeared and consumed everything in its path.

Was this what it was like being in middle of an explosion? It wasn't a bomb, there was no deafening noise, but she was sure it was close enough. 

When the flames died, Sylvia panted and looked to her friends, checking on each and every one of them. Her eyes landed on Pylia. Seeing her motionless, Sylvia screamed her name and ran to her. She kneeled by Pylia's side, and hurriedly took out the healing potion that was once part of the Jabrani Cultist's loot. She puts the potion bottle to Pylia's lips, attempting to heal her via potion. As she tries to get Pylia to drink the potion, she pleaded quietly, "Come on, Pylia, don't die on us now, please...!" 

It seemed so real....That’s why she was surprised to suddenly see that she is not by Pylia’s side, but instead in front of Erendal as he’s about to throw the dagger. 

There was no time to ask questions. With the images still in mind, she snarled “No you don’t!” and she grabs his hand, holding it still and yanking it so it would be between her and him, catching only the both of them in the flames. She was fine as the vision showed. Erendal still died, but everyone else...? She shakily stood up and looked to her friends and the other guards, “Is everyone ok?”