Rachel appeared on the island near the dark hole that Ariel and Pasor had entered. She looked at the it, trying to scrutinize its interior. She sat down and began releasing her magic.
She had waited to begin this until now to allow the realm's spirit soul well to circulate magic within it for a few revolutions. As it circulated the magic in the realm increased exponentially.
So, as the scoundrel that she was, Rachel's clone was siphoning off some of the magics that she had just fed into the realm to replenish herself.
As she did meditated Prashon materialized beside her and began funneling magics to her as well. Rachel frowned and cut herself off from the flow of the spirit soul well and then she stopped Prashon from giving her anymore magics.
She looked to Prashon. "I have enough. You do not need to give anymore."
"I want to give you all. Everything that I am."
