Your spell outshines the moonlight.
The Tyrant tilts her head at you.
I hope you understand that you've doomed yourself.
The entire room shakes.
She walks towards you, raising her arm. The light in the room is drawn to her.
It takes the form of a sword.
You cannot cast fireball.
You raise your hand to cast.
Idiot.
There's a blinding light, but it isn't yours.
Moonlight spreads across your body.
Your flesh turns pale.
You struggle to hold on. She approaches you.
Oh, you poor thing.
She's standing over you now. There is a dagger hanging from her waist.
Why did you even come here.
You have died.
You grab the dagger and run it into her. It doesn't feel like flesh.
OW
She takes a step back, clutching her abdomen.
You cannot cast fireball.
Your light drowns out that of the moon, and that of the Tyrant.
You throw another fireball.
Do you have to be this annoying?
She looks at you, and holds her hand out.
Her spell pulls you towards her.
She readies her sword.
You try to throw another fireball at her, but she just deflects it again.
You are slain by her.
The floor gets really hot.
You are slain.
You fire off a bolt of lightning her way.
Pretty stupid of you.
She catches it in her hand, and flings it back at you.
You are turned to ash.
"Twilit, the sky will engulf the stars and the moon - the herald of the coming sunrise."
"And then, morning never came."
You cast ray of frost.
It hits her in the chest.
This isn't a good idea.
The cathedral is shrouded in darkness.