As Eudial's fist touches the corpse there is a strange noise, akin to something like a hurricane, and indeed, a vortex of wind and cloud appears to form about them all - centred in a huge miles wide arc, centred entirely upon the Courtyard back at the castle. Eudial and Marisa can feel magic in the air. Old Magic, and Marisa notes that it feels very much like the fleck of magic in the vial she herself possesses. Ancient Magic from the dawn of time.

A voice echoes through the air for miles around. Not as intimidating a voice as you might think given the context, not very forcefull and with not much in the way of notable accents beyond possibly something vaguely along the lines of BBC English.

"When you are ready, I await you all in the courtyard. It is past time that this affair was ended".

The voice them goes silent, and the winds and grey sky formed by this strange weather buffet the saviours of the Multiverse.