Ishtar had felt it coming for some time now, the feeling of fire, and rage. It is what had guided her, quickly, to begin her bloody work to reform the spell, reverse it, so that they might find passage home. Yet try as she might, she had almost run out of time.
Ishtar turns slightly from her frantic scrawling, even as the ground begins to quake and the stench of death rises up from below to permeate the air.
"I do not need power. I need Blo-"
And like that, time was up.
With a shuddering and a vomiting of blood -- which added to the fuel that would be the spell -- Ishtar convulsed once, before falling still. Her Ki, and even the blood flowing from her arm slowing to a trickle as her energy sputtered and died ...
Only for the golden-eyed Oni to reignite all at once, the air around her releasing an audible crackle as her body was enveloped in that golden-black Ki ... and when it faded, there was both Ishtar ... and yet the whispered beginnings of what it was she had finally accepted after so long:
When it was the Oni had settled then, she stared at Meagan quizzically a moment as if attempting to remember something, before turning back to her work.
"I just need blood, all else has been accounted for."
Not bothering to turn away from her work this time, Ishtar simply stated.
"As much as you can secure."