To End the Harvest

[Nayt]

Once they stood on the spell circles, Scott checked around their feet one more time, just to make sure they didn't smudge anything. He'd been careful to include some more solidifying "statements" within the glyph-like spell circles, but he'd made mistakes before. Best to make sure he wasn't going to this time. Once he was content knowing that neither spell circle in which the girls stood were mussed up in any way, Scott stood up straight again. He reminded himself of protocol for only a second, before lifting one hand.

"Godspeed, you two," were Scott's parting words.

At the snap of Scott Thompson's fingers, two very distinct azure lights filled the dark world he was so regrettably accustomed to. They were terribly bright, almost blindingly so, and quick; they came--and then they were gone, just like that. The light dissipated all at once, and neither Circe nor Myrria remained. A total of four spell circles activated at once, though only two of them had an obvious effect. It was altogether necessary, however, and Scott shut his eyes as he hoped his calculations were just right, and neither Reaper were going to end up in worse situation than he expected . . .

. . . and of all the emergencies,