Tyzias pays Dust no mind, too occupied with sifting through the details that the identification gave her about the spell currently threatening to drag them further down into the depths of this world's punitive afterlife. Looking, searching, thinking, analyzing, looking for any hole or hint in the spellcraft that could provide a way back to Diatu.

...and then there is a- wait, no. Not anymore. There's only a few scraps of spiritual energy in front of Tyzias where there once was probably a spirit, a white blur separating the moment it was undead and the moment it was, for lack of a better term, double-dead. "Stay sharp," she says, as more ghosts begin emerging from the mists.