Kyra huddled behind Ray as he made his way down towards the cellar. She wanted to leave, and she drew strength from Ray's bravery. When they made it to the last stair of the basement, Kyra let Ray go in alone. Her eyes swept the basement, feeling a nasty bubble in her throat at the sight of the circle and the spent candles. She didn't care for witches and warlocks who messed with demons. Sure, she dabbled a bit in divination, but nothing to this scale. She avoided black magic like the plague, it had the power to taint her soul and her power in the hands of black magic was almost as frightening as Ray's power in the hands of black magic. Which still terrified her. 

She watched as he moved around the room, mumbling spells as he went. Finally, she stepped off of the last step and onto the hard concrete floor. She felt the bubble in her throat threaten to pop and spill its contents on the floor, but she swallowed hard against it. She couldn't help her eyes widen in fear and her body shake as she looked down at the broken circle. She gulped and tore her eyes away, feeling the powerful pull of the residual magic in the room. She turned her head to a blank wall and blinked rapidly trying to force her brain to focus. Something caught her attention to her left and she turned her whole body. It was a desk, next to an old filing cabinet and an empty bookshelf. The pieces of furniture looked like antiques, weathered and dusty, but it wasn't the appearance of the furniture that caused her to pause. It was the eery realization that this was the basement in her dream. The dream where she had been running from something. She had run down the stairs and hid behind these pieces of furniture, gasping for air and looking around wildly. Then from the other side of the desk, Ray had come at her. He had been snarling like a wild dog, hands outstretched to grab her throat and strangle her. Her dream had ended there, but it had stuck in her mind, more so than all of the other dreams where Ray had tried to kill her because he had been possessed by black magic. 

There was a tingle at the nape of her neck, mixing with the sudden sweat that had broken out over her body, it had her turning to see a shadow moving towards Ray. She yelped and threw up her hands letting loose a defensive spell. It was the first one that had popped into her head, but it only worked on solid objects. Panic started to bubble in her body as the shadow continued, undeterred by her spell, seemingly in slow motion towards Ray. She panicked and threw another spell, this one aimed at Ray. It was a protection spell. Without her book, Kyra had very little spells for defense. Most of hers were offense, meant to protect, not to harm. She then turned towards the shadow and threw a fire spell at it, hoping to catch it's attention and give Ray time to use one of his spells.