With the Administrator now gone, Marcus stood up from the chair he had been sitting in and held out his hand. Within less than a second, he made the connection to what remained of his scythe and summoned it to him.
'The blade is still in good condition, but the handle is unsalvageable. I'll have to make a new one.'
Holding the blade in his hand, Marcus could feel that the fragment of his soul residing in it was still stable and that the enchantments had not degraded. It would take a bit of work to forge another handle, but as long as he used the scythe would be as good as new.
After retrieving his weapon and having it hide back inside his form, Marcus turned to where Mrazivý was and quickly flew towards her.
When he arrived, he found her still in the glass coffin, sound asleep and showing no signs of waking up.