As if the shriek of pain and the crimson lightning did not attract enough attention, Fendros was already on the lookout between hewing at the Skaafin that tried to stop Leaps. He spotted the Breton ghost from his elevated position on the wamasu and was shocked at the sight.

"The ghost!" He shouted, pointing it out. "Ward yourselves!"

Sabine leaned around Do'rhajul to spot the spirit through the enemies between them. She tried to look closely at the face in case it was the one she hoped she would not be. The woman who captured her with Do'rhajul so long ago and had plunged her mind back into her old suffering self for a time. Sabine's grip on the Staff of Magnus tightened.

Janius' beast spirit gave him hubris. "Just let her try to stop us! She was defeated before!" He picked up his pace to fight his way towards the ghostly mage.