A burning feeling flowed through Eudial as she watched the prone form of the hated doctor fall. It was savage... it was stimulating... but though similar, it wasn't the fire that had suddenly wreathed about her. It was adrenaline... she felt a wild joy in the death of this buffoon, delight in seeing his lifeless body shrivel, seeing the hole she had carved into him.

And then an epiphany came to her. What was it that she was struggling to remember? Yes... Gaunt was here, that was it. She looked down at the corpse of Seben. Thanks for that... fool.

Eudial stood up and disguised the demonic expression previously worn. The door she approached... no, she had to prepare. What if it wasn't Gaunt? It could be more psychics for all she knew... aha... I know.

Eudial stood to the side of the door. She wouldn't let them get her. Perhaps she was being paranoid, but after this encounter she wouldn't be so surprised. She leaned against the wall, and put a hand onto the door, pouring energy into it and intent on blowing it to smithereens, or at least into some others of the evil place who had come to attack her.