You are done with the chant.
You hold your BURNING crucifix of Las close and humbly mutter 'Sanctum circum'
The environment blurs with intense silvery light as IMMORTAL presence of Las
fills your soul. Air thunders around you as immeasurable amount of energy is
drawn in you, lifting your body high in the air. At the peak of your might you
yell in celestial trance 'MY LIFE FOR LAS!'
Surges of holy force coil around your BURNING crucifix of Las forming a
pulsing bolt of divine energy. You twist your wrist and bolt hurls
through the air detonating on Cursed soul.
You clap your icy gloves together to gain more power to your spell.
Cursed soul screams in agony as she is abolished from this plane of existance.
Ellash utters a prayer for the fallen foe 'In nomine Faerwon. Amen.'
A large cavity replaces Cursed soul's chest.
Cursed soul is DEAD, R.I.P.