[center][h2][b][color=#d31c0a]Deo’Irah[/color][/b][/h2][/center]

Deo’Irah watched the proceedings of combat unfold around her, sticking close to Jaelnec in order to shield herself from the worst of the fighting. It had already taken a lot out of her to summon Kinder, and her aqueous manipulations were not particularly efficient either–if she wasn’t careful, she would expend her reserves beyond being able to act effectively and decisively: relying on Kinder could only go so far, after all, despite the powers at her disposal: she would need to save what remained of her tolerance for those yet-injured… and they still had the healer to go and fetch. When Jaelnec shrieked next to her, she reached out a hand to him and winced in sympathy, chiding herself just a little for not having warned him when she heard Lhirin casting–she’d been so lost in thought she hadn’t even considered it.

Irah was focused almost solely on the feelings of divine energy, the nausea from the taint she’d already accumulated something that sharpened her focus. Though the world around her was approaching the frenzy of combat, her own mental landscape was perfectly serene, as still as a placid lake–despite the external lack of efficacy. She felt the strange disruption to her magical energy fade suddenly, and her senses (honed and ready as they were) in concert with Kinder’s own immediately pinpointed the more powerful divine as having moved west. 

[b][color=#d31c0a]”The powerful one is to the west now… and the magical disruption is gone.”[/color][/b] she spoke, her words calm but with even more urgency than before. She did not rush them in their gory endeavours, knowing they knew full well the urgency they were bearing the brunt of: but time truly was against them, if her suspicions were correct.