Grief and rage twisted Rowena's face as she launched herself at Michael.
"I wish you were dead!" she shrieked, her voice shredded by pain. Michael didn't flinch. With a sigh, he raised a hand, a fine mist of knockout potion erupting from his palm towards her. It caught Rowena mid-lunge, her eyes rolling back as she went limp.
Catching her before she hit the ground, Michael scooped her up. His voice was a low murmur.
"I'm sorry, Rowena," he said, though she was already unconscious. "For everything."
As he turned, he saw it - a shimmering vortex forming in the distance. Malevolous's death had ripped a hole in the pocket dimension, its power fading fast. The illusion masking the exit was gone, revealing their escape route.
