Finally, Caster was starting to wear thin. Her symbiosis was nearly burned through, taking every ounce of her concentration to maintain the fusion with her familiar.

Everything hurt.

Her robes were soaked through with blood from her wounds, and her vision kept blurring in what little of the light was left- the fire was dying down to embers now, too, leaving just the darkness of night behind.

Caster wasn't sure how much longer she could stay standing but- she'd got what she wanted, hadn't she?

...She wasn't sure how she was even going to stagger to somewhere sheltered, not like this. Was this how her 'War' would end? She never enjoyed fighting, to begin with.

"Ngh...if you've come to finish me, then..."