She doesn't

The venom hurt like nothing ever had. She could feel it coursing through her system, permeating every inch of her body. Her limbs twitched spasmodically. Her lungs were filling with froth and she hacked wildly, expelling great butts of foamy spittle. In her delirium, it seemed the venom was speaking to her:

Embrace this. Do not try to shut me out. Embrace the pain. Become more than you are. Accept my gift. My daughters have need of you. I have need of you. Cast off the shackles of your flesh.

Pain became her world. She concentrated, trying to recall a prayer to Agamor, but lances of agony shot through her brain and scattered the words.

Apotheosis comes. Give up control of yourself. Surrender and you will survive. Fight me and die.

Teysa struggled mightily to hold on to consciousness. Her vision began to tunnel. I'm sorry, Li. I wasn't strong enough. I can't...

Blackness claimed her and she breathed her last.

GAME OVER