The spirit was leaning back in his armchair lazily. "What a rush, huh?! Wow! There was so much to harvest there!"
"We're going to have to burn the wings," the spirit said thoughtfully. "So no one can reconnect them..."
"Oh, don't worry about that. I'm sure Eden has left through the window, although I don't know how far she can get without those wings of hers..."
"I'm sure." The door opened and the Alyndar came in, holding out a gold stained hand, her hand glowing with silvery blue magic.
A thrashing red orb flew from his lips and he was in control again. The Alyndar held it in her hands, crushing it slowly.