Inside the prism, soundless and stretching out into infinite reflections, Eruka hears nothing of what Tyki says. The witch is in slime form, half-collapsed into a pool of fluid that mostly sits at the bottom of her prison, face buried in her hands and sobbing. With the enchantment shed, she wasn't sure what was going on, but she was a witch ... which meant she could particularly feel parts of her soul being drawn out of her. She'd been crying more violently earlier, but now she just doesn't have any energy to do more than sit, and wait out what must be her inevitable doom.

Ugh ... and Tadpole Jackson isn't even here! She sniffles all the harder, though it's barely distinguishable from the rest of the liquid making up her face.

The clones move with greater urgency past their fallen members, rushing for Tyki in a panic.

"Hold it right there--!"