And join them she does. Illyria takes a moment to see that, indeed, everything has changed. Fragments of this dimension have been torn apart.
"They are losing power," she observes, turning to Wesley and the shell with a pleased expression on her face. "Whatever hold they have left on this reality is naught, now."
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"They are losing power," she observes, turning to Wesley and the shell with a pleased expression on her face. "Whatever hold they have left on this reality is naught, now."
And she can't help but gain satisfaction from it.