Daphne knew she didn’t have many options and had her grimoire float in front of the hurtling flame ball. She forced the book to dump nearly all the magic in its reservoir, causing a light blue mist to cover the ground. She then allowed the grimoire to absorb the fireball as quickly as it possibly could. At first, it didn’t seem like it was doing anything, causing panic to grow in Daphne. But she started to feel the pool of magic in her grimoire, and herself, grow significantly. As her grimoire and herself started to absorb the magic, she could feel the sickening power of death start to strain her control. Daphne could feel sweat start to drip down her forehead and a coldness started to fill her body, but she continued to hold. When she had enough time to look, she saw Emma’s tattoo’s waver.