She looks down and sees the ruined remains of a ritual. The crystals meant for each corner of it are shattered and broken, rendering the ritual a failure
She sees the girl, the one who died...but younger. Happier. She's talking to a rift in the sky, much like the one she came out of, purple swirling energy. But a voice comes back through it-a voice Spiran can recognize-the voice of her grandfather...
