Your mages have met their end, Cornelia. And soon,
[cdb]so will you. You cannot warp yourself out of this.
Now let me ask you again—what became of my
[cdb]stepmother? Does she yet live?
No. Long dead, I'm afraid.
She killed the husband who kept her from the sweet
[cdb]little daughter she loved so dearly, only to lose her
[cdb]own life at that same daughter's hand.
You can't mean...
Didn't I already tell you? Your stepsister has
[cdb]the answers.
Urgh... So this body has reached its end.
How pitifully frail you all are...