The Archmagi went down as the backlash from the failed working tore into the already damaged weave on the edge of the Outlands. A half a dozen magi screamed as the spell burned through them, hollowing out the core, severing them from the weave. Raelendra felt the backlash coming for her and panic filled her. She had worked so hard to reach this point and it would all vanish at the height of her power.

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Her green eyes scanned her surroundings desperately. She saw two of the younger acolytes, clinging together in fear as the spell weave tore to pieces around them. It was a simple matter for the Archmage to bind their essence to hers and as the backlash burned through her, instead of consuming her it followed the weave to the acolytes who blazed instead.

The effort had taken too much from Raelendra and she collapsed into unconsciousness.