"No."
Ishtar's eyes widened, transfixed at the blood sigil beneath her even as Held, Meagan, and the others cautioned against tarrying any longer ... In the moment, that she retained the information she had gleaned mattered little. It had only taken a few seconds, yet all the work that had been done, all the blood she'd offered ... it amounted to a waste of time, and blood, and pain.
"I failed ..."
When Etrina used Vitalmancy to infuse Ishtar with life enough to finish the spell, the Oni barely noticed. Fists clenched, and forced into a decision she knew would strip her of what energy she had remaining, all she felt was rage.
And after a moment, the others felt it too.
Weak as she was from her bloodletting, drained as she had been from the Skeletal Abomination, the Ishtar that was with them for the moment was still an echo of what she
would be fully, in time.
"My hand is forced, then."
The Oni muttered as she raised up slightly, as Held, and Zaofan continued to carve a path through the throng of undead ... then she brought her fist down, gently -- and the dead world shook as the ground in front of Ishtar split wide like a ravenous jaw, swallowing up a portion of the Undead Horde. And as those skeletal monstrosities were pitched back into the ground they spawned from, Ishtar offered up what energy she had to give to rekindle those ancient wards and silence the dead.
Ishtar turned away from her work then, woozy from blood loss and sapped of strength, and as she slowly ambled away from the ruination she had caused in the wake of her failed, she muttered loud enough for those close to hear her.
"I do not know if the old wards I used will stop them entire, nor am I sure for how long they will hold. We must leave this place before they fail."