Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160618125909/@comment-26517142-20160620184843

The magic attacks make their mark. OZMA follows up with a beam of pure power towards Circe. A gigantic explosion rocked the heavens. Oz's energy surged out of the tyrant. Circe came out of the billowing smoke, her figure beginning to diminish. She collapses on to the balcony, back in human-sized form.

Circe: no...no... this is not.... over....

OZMA: Circe of Oz. No. Dorothea Squall. You are judged by the venerable light of Oz... to be imprisoned for all eternity. May you atone for your sins!

Ozma blasts the bident on the heart of Circe. She flails and alarm. Her screams are absolute. Bit by bit, she turns into petrifed obsidian.