There was an eerie calmness in the world that raised the hairs on my arm. I was stricken with confusion as I stared down at them. My armor was gone; the spell long since been disrupted by whatever death wave that was. All I was left in was my robes that were a bit ripped and worn from the battles. The enchantments on them were long gone, no longer repairing the clothes. Extremely pale skin was quite visible. I lifted my free hand to see that I had been reverted to my Fey form. Excalibur was vibrating in my hand, trying to garner my attention but my focus was on the pure destruction around me.