Controlling an already stable spell was one thing, conjuring and aiming a new spell with pinpoint accuracy was another. In the Yggdrasill's condition, it would have been akin to trying to write a symphony while someone shouted in your ears and another hammered your toes.
Meanwhile, the Demon of the Darkness kept killing whoever dared enter the cell and fed the elves to the stone ring. With each victim she claimed she would reforge her equipment, crafting a Fury and an Anvil closer to the originals.
Solus was in shock and disbelief but she had the presence of spirit to hasten the tower's repairs.
'I need to be fast. Maybe it's not too late to retrieve the shard of my soul. If I can restore my connection with it and use the chain to establish a mind link with Lith, he can come to my rescue!'
