The spell is going off...

In the sacred rooms of the temple, high in the mountains, light swirled in obscure patterns.

Meriem was breathing hard. Things weren't going like she'd expected.

She _thought_ the rage of Imarsi would somehow destroy the knight, turning him to splinters or cinders.

That was not happening. The spell wasn't attempting to destroy Macius. It was... changing him.

The blues in the swirling patterns intensified, almost solidifying, like the cold anger of divinity.

And suddenly, there was nothing.

The cave disappeared from view, and all attempts to check on the location failed.

It seemed that the cost exacted by the Goddess wasn't only limited to the Knight. The whole area was lost to the Children of the Snowcaps, at least for a time.