The iron taste of blood filled her mouth alongside a stinging pain. A harsh thud resounded and she felt a blunt shock starting to spread from the back of her head to the rest of her numbed body. She loathed the taste in her mouth, the disgustingly thick mixture of blood and saliva, but she could hardly breathe, let alone spit out this mess.
How ironic, she managed to think, that the very source of her powers would signal the end like this. She hoped her friends were safe. She hoped Lian, sweet Lian, was safe. With those final thoughts, Iria closed her eyes and lost consciousness, finally relieved from that dull ache in her head.