The low chant began to rise, its clear yet bizarre tones unintelligible to any who heard it. As the battle reached a stalemate, Master of the Dark Tower, Sloan, could no longer restrain himself from acting. Black light slowly circled around his body, and his eyes had turned completely into ghostly white orbs. With a Soul Bead-embedded magic wand in his right hand, he extended both arms at his sides and began to make slight shaking motions. An extraordinarily weird fluctuation of magic began to coil around him, and the deep incantation became increasingly intense, almost like a shriek.
Inside the Ancient Tree, watching the battlefield, Anya's expression suddenly changed dramatically. As the Elf Queen, her spirit was fused with the Ancient Tree; as Sloan's chanting began, Anya felt a wave of fear emanating from the Ancient Tree. The once-vibrant life force was now rapidly retracting, even becoming somewhat frantically inward-drawing.