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Brizriia's attempt to retrieve the amulet would be met with a sudden fluctuation of magic, a simple pulse of fire and mana to force her back from it. The pulse was powerful but briefly maintained, and would do little more than lightly sear whatever it managed to contact before flickering out.

However, simultaneously to the brief nova burst, the head of Brizriia's sister lulled forward and hung limp with exhaustion.

Her lips were dry and cracked and her throat hoarse from the torture Brizriia had inflicted upon her, but even still she managed a low chortling chuckle.

“Hello, love,” she managed to rasp.

Her hold over the host body was tenuous though. The time available to her to make something of this situation would be limited at best, even if Brizriia didn't make another attempt to remove the amulet.