As Eilis struggled the bindings burned ever bright, but held. From within came almost a guttural animalistic cry, hazel eyes faded out back into the black void as blood started to run from her nose and from her ears. The Aether trembled at her cries and the remaining windows rattled within the room.
As Arn started the attack the girl seemed to recognise it instantly clawing at the empty air and Aether like a wild trapped animal. Foaming and screaming she struggled as the constrictive cage around her neck grew tighter.
Wild dark eyes glared at him as promises of foul murder lay in them unspoken, frothing at the mouth trying desperately to breathe before a final flicker of defiance, an attempt to break free signalled the end.
After this final spasm she slipped into consciousness and with it the pressure in the Aether was released, the volatile energies disbanded and a strange new quiet almost felt alien where before such turbulence had been.
In the room Eilis’s body had slumped to the floor, her bindings had ceased to glow and though it would take time before the cracked skin would heal again, she almost seemed peaceful.
Scylla and Tyrhallan had watched it with mixed feelings. As she let go of the knight, she immediately saw the cold steel flash again.
She grabbed it in defiance.
“Watch it pretty boy, I am in no mood to be merciful today!” She snarled as she poked him in his chest wound.
“You aargghh! Foul hag!” He cried out before lifting his sword again glaring at her as he covered up his chest with his other hand.
“You will give us some bloody answers!” He demanded. 
“I don’t have to give you anything!”
“If she is so dangerous then why didn’t you kill her the moment you had her? Why all the torment?!” Tyrhallan demanded to know as he watched the woman turn to him with a look of utter disgust.
“Silence.” A voice boomed from the other side of the room, there standing in the doorframe was Uilles. Leaning on his cane he tiredly entered the room.
Her eyes glanced over him annoyed before sudden recognition came, the look she now bore was one of uncertain disbelief.
“Well...if it isn’t one of Belisio’s finest. The raptor in the flesh….Seems old age finally got the better of you. The one enemy you would never be able to avoid. Time.”
“Spare me your words Walkure, for my fate is out of your hands only Death is the only being I will have to answer to.”
Scylla made a throwaway gesture. “Repartee with him then, see if I care.” She stepped away and back towards the window from where she had entered.
“You still owe us some answers…if you please.” He demanded as he clicked with his cane in the floor beneath him. “And you know you won’t be taking her today. She will remain here.”
The woman cast an annoyed glance over her shoulder towards the girl and Arn, pondering her options and perhaps recalculating her moves before she pointed towards the girl.
“She’s an abomination, a creation of the Tahjai’s. She holds Rhevendahli blood. The same blood that once was able to withstand the might of the Empire…even though it wasn’t for long. Regardless when Vaim took Rhevendahl it sought out the talented children, after all if you truly want to conquer a people, make them forget the very culture that they belonged to. The Rhevendahli were enslaved, though the men could regain their freedom in service for the Empire, through their battleprowess. The women? The women would be used to dilute the blood ties further, such was the Empire’s plan. The magically inclined would be separated early preferably as soon as the gift showed itself. 
After all, you wouldn’t rise up against your own family…” A loud sigh followed.
“She is just one of many… A talented child, most likely her emphatic nature made her connection to the weave strong enough for her to become a test subject.” She turned to Arn.
“The bindings are meant to hold the Aether within her. She’s a vessel, a key to a machine. If she dies millions will live, but as long as she is alive she is a walking talking death sentence common and gifted alike.” She spat with great disgust, though it wasn’t clear what or who she was disgusted at particularly.
“The wisest thing to do…and the most merciful is to end her life. Right here. Right now.” Scylla ended looking at the three men for a moment before she sighed.
"The choice is yours gentlemen. Do the right thing."