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“I have had enough of your meddling, Power. You and your mortal allies, seeking to obstruct My will. This ends here.” A wave of death magicks emanated from the vortex, directed at Cordelia, Dawn, and the Wiccans. Cordelia instantly threw up the most potent shields she could manage, holding off a good deal of the magic, but she could tell it wasn’t enough. Her physical form disassociated as she threw the very core of her being into reinforcing the shields, but still the onslaught continued. The constant barrage of death magicks was quickly weakening her, and she knew it would not be long before they destroyed her completely. Instinctively, unwillingly, she retreated into herself, and she could hear the screams behind her-if behind was a word that could really be applied in her incorporeal state-as the magic began to do its work.
I’m sorry, Buffy, Cordelia silently thought as she prepared to meet oblivion. I tried, Angel. Then, suddenly and inexplicably, the onslaught of magic stopped. Cordelia could not help but give in to the temptation to use some of the last remainder of her power to view the temple, trying to discover what had happened to save her and the humans.
In the entrance to the Inner Sanctum stood a familiar black-haired woman with an angry look on her face.
“If anyone is going to be killing my friends,” Willow said, “it’s going to be me.”
[From Divine Interventions]
I’m sorry, Buffy, Cordelia silently thought as she prepared to meet oblivion. I tried, Angel. Then, suddenly and inexplicably, the onslaught of magic stopped. Cordelia could not help but give in to the temptation to use some of the last remainder of her power to view the temple, trying to discover what had happened to save her and the humans.
In the entrance to the Inner Sanctum stood a familiar black-haired woman with an angry look on her face.
“If anyone is going to be killing my friends,” Willow said, “it’s going to be me.”
[From Divine Interventions]