"Not too much longer. Just..." He waves his hands, flickering flames of shadow dancing at his fingertips. The stray umbrae clinging to Ava begin to pull away like dripping ink, spiraling out from the center of the circle like a whirling drain in reverse, tangling itself in the strands of hair and staining black the droplets of blood. Those are quickly consumed, turned to dust and ash, but not before the work is nearly done.