"...where's this information coming from?"

"Eilistraee has told me, countless times, that you are the key to defeating the Valsharess - and that you will be needed after, countless times more. I do not know precisely what she means by this. But I know that it is written in the annals of Fate."

"I wish someone had told me I was not going to be fighting in the main event before I prepped spells. I guess I could paste longish buffs on people who want to swing by while I'm cooling my heels in here."

"I do not mean to imply that you will not face danger. This will be a long battle, and the Valsharess will send many assailants after me."

"Well, you won't face that much danger," Enserric drawls. "Since I'll be there as well. Killing them."

The Seer frowns. "You need not be so flippant, Enserric. Belmarniss, I apologize for making this decision so late, but it was not yet the time, before."

"Thanks for your support, Enserric. Why was it not yet the time before?"

"It is... difficult to explain. My connection to Eilistraee sometimes makes it more difficult to reason as a mortal, and it becomes more severe as I commune more fervently, as I have before this battle. Suffice it to say that I believe this to be the best way."

"...okay. I can hang out here."

"Thank you, my sister."

The battle is intense. Strike teams teleport through the city's defenses, seeking out the Seer with laser focus. She keeps moving to different secure locations, but they keep finding her - it eventually turns out that one of her companions, Matron Mother Myrune, is a traitor, and she turns on them only to be run through by Enserric. But the Valsharess' army weakens, over the hours of the siege, and eventually -

- the woman herself teleports in to the city core, where the Seer's forces have reconvened -

- followed by a massive red-skinned humanoid, who looks nothing so much as bored.

"Greetings, Sin'vyl," the Seer says placidly.

Her face twists. "That is no longer my name, you old hag. I am the Valsharess."

"Isn't it annoying to have a 'the' in your name?"

The Valsharess hisses with rage.

Then, she is struck by a glowing blur vaguely shaped like a mouse-man.

Seems like a good time to start unloading all those combat spells she prepped.

Garrus pelts the Valsharess with glowing arrows!

Deekin sings!

She snarls with rage and strikes Jojo with her whip. There's a flash of red light -

- and he crumbles to ash.

Fuck. She can't really do anything about that, though.

She can try shattering the whip. Or burning disarm if it's got a metal handle.

The whip declines to shatter, though the Valsharess flinches.

"Fuck!"

Arrows arrows arrows. A couple of them explode into electricity as they sink into her flesh.