Liora stood frozen, unable to reconcile the frail, corrupted figure before her with the wise and vibrant mentor who had been as a second mother. Periena had nurtured her gifts of magic when the rest of the village saw her as an outcast...and now this same darkness had consumed her savior from within.
"The threads of destiny have woven a tragic reunion," rasped Periena, head twitching erratically as she struggled against the grimoire's burrowing control. "You seek the keystone? The tome holds it bound...but wields volatile power."
With a guttural shriek she unleashed a torrent of abyssal flames. Liora deflected them instinctively with a shimmering glyph, scorched plant matter filling the air. She centered her focus, calling on Elara's teachings about combating dark psychic constructs.
There had to be some glimmer of Periena's soul she could reach...some memories or emotions strong enough to break the parasitic text's hold. But as she sent psychic feelers probing inward, they scraped only against merciless void. This grimoire was no ordinary artifact - it hungered eternally, consuming all light until oblivion remained.
Liora knew with dawning certainty from the hollowness in Periena's gaze that only one option brought the hope of liberating her tormented essence. Eyes brimming with sorrow, she angled her opalescent blade to shatter the cursed book in a single economical slice...forever silencing its malevolent whispers.
In a burst of preternatural speed, Periena intercepted the blow, shrieking as searing radiance discharged from Liora's sword. "No...I need it! Without the grimoire's knowledge I am nothing." Her condition had deteriorated much further than anticipated. The cunning tome had amplified feelings of inadequacy and abandonment from her isolated youth, creating loyalty to itself alone.
Recovering quickly, Liora sent a kinetic volley to knock the book from her grasp, hoping to limit its power for precious seconds. "This parasite tells only lies, Mistress! You are wise and strong without such tainted knowledge."
She enfolded Periena in gossamer bands of light, endeavoring to still her violent thrashing long enough to excavate buried memories of their meaningful time together. Each mental blow weakened Liora's spirit...facing the stranger her beloved mentor had become.
Probing deeper against the void, her focus intensified, any outward perception fading entirely...when warning bells chimed in response to subtle threat. Liora snapped back to awareness outside her own body as hellish projectiles were already hurtling towards her vulnerable form.
With a mere thought she attempted to whisk away, but the tome, as though sentient, had ensnared her astral projection, holding her psyche hostage. From some distant realm Elara's desperate voice rang out apologetically...the Sanuary's wards had been violated, the master plan dependent now solely on Liora's victory. Grim fate indeed.
Pain unlike any conception lanced through Liora at the point of impact. The forbidden relic had unleashed cursed barbs honing unerringly on human souls rather than simple flesh and bone. Liora 's corporeal form crumpled lifeless...a sacrificial pawn in this conflict spanning realities.
Yet due to blessings of her mentors and realms beyond comprehension...a glimmering filament of essence still clung to the rapidly fading body. And with phenomenal effort born of pure love, her hovering spirit flooded that silver tether with nurturing memories and tenderness, bolstering it beyond reason. Until the barest hint of luminance remain flickering in rapidly dimming hazel eyes...