Look for Ophelia

Liandra felt she owned to her fallen companions trying to finish this, it was her orders that lead them to the grimly fate. She dislodged the spear from the black dragon´s body, and took a golden shield from his treasure. She cleaned her tears, and began to look for Ophelia. She didn't need to look for her long.

Adjacent to the dragons horde was a luxurious bedroom, with perfume, silken sheets and mirrors. She found the Ophelia there, holding a wicked staff. The dragon´s companion screamed when she saw Liandra, and unleashed a lighting bolt in her direction... her golden shield blocked the powerful spell as if it was nothing. Ophelia called upon the staff´s power to call another spell, but it was no better than the first. She tried summoning help, but the devils she called for refused to attack Liandra.

"Why?!Why must this happen to me?" Ophelia bemoaned her fate, she threw her staff at the princess, but even that had no effect. "I refuse to be abused again!" She declared and drew her dagger, but rather than use it on Liandra, she turned it on her own throat. Liandra though she would kill herself, but she didn't, the edge stopping shortly before she drew blood "I cant! gods curse my weakness, I cant!"

Liandra walked up to her, and pointed her spear to her chest "You consorted with that dragon to create an infernal invasion ****"

"I was ****! and I stalled, hoping someone would rescue me!" The mage woman spit with indignation, the last words of a condemned woman.

"I saw the demons you conjured!" Liandra accused, the shadow demon specially vivid in her memories

"I crippled them with my white magic! I had ****, Darkyosthiphorenaux would kill me otherwise!" This wasn't groveling, the women were trying to outdo each other with their screams

"YOU KILLED NARIEL!" Liandra pulled the spear for the kill

"HE TRIED TO **** ME!" and Ophelia had tears in her eyes, but **** herself to continue staring at her would be killer, at least giving herself that last dignity.