Throughout the chaos that happened, Marina watched as bolt after bolt of lightning scorched the molerat's body. Triumphant, Marina smiled--her teeth, some sharpened to a point, glinted in the light flashing from the sky.

The best flailed as the rain began to flood the grounds below. Wind flowed through the window that Marina stood close to, sending her hair smacking against her face. Some of it got on her mouth, and she tried to spit it out, but only more entered. She had to stop grinning and gather the hair from her face as the ground beneath the castle rumbled. 

"Oh no," Scara said and then coughed, trying to hide their remarks. 

Marina turned to face Scara and the rest of the room but suddenly was overtaken with a throbbing head and nausea overwhelming her senses. Drained of energy, Marina stumbled as she walked towards her servant. She tried to stand again but fell to her knees right in front of Scara. Her servant looked Marina in the eye, their eyes wide with surprise.

"Uhhhhh..." Scara uttered.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Marina said and started to gag while lifting her free hand to feel her face. "I have a fever." Sighing, she turned to look at one of the Council members use a smoke bomb.