As their chanting grew to a close, an icy wind whooshed through the backyard, rustling their robes and their hair on its way into the woods. Selina opened her eyes, casting a quick glance at the ground as black lines of power seared the ground, making a path to the forest. Their spell worked, and the thought twisted her gut. This was not what she wanted, but she had no way to stop it. Soon, it would be too late.