And that one, the one in the cloak, rushed towards the elf.
"Kamzo-o...arrrhhh!!!" the elf screamed. You turned around...
And saw the elf in the cloak pulling a couple of scythes out of another elf's body...
"Stop, Knight!!!" a voice sounded from within your mind... a voice you had never heard before...

Wanderer
"T-ex... While there's still some time, I'll contact Ravenna – after all, she was the one who built the portals... let's see... the ritual of transformation... let's see... WHAT??? The One??? They must have completely lost their minds..."

Ravenna (temporary):)
Damn! The ritual is almost complete!!!
"HOLD THE LINE!!!" And... a voice!!!
"— Master?
— Yes, Ravenna! And I think I warned you what I would do if you tried to forcibly transform someone!!!
— But, Master, she did it herself...
— Yes, yes, lie more! Stop the ritual! I'm just ordering you for now!
— No! I DID IT MYSELF!!!!!
— Oh, is that so??? Then...!!!" (I lost the ability to communicate telepathically forever – Wanderer)
And a blast of Black Wind, a high-order antimagic, struck Ravenna... Ravenna, half-dead, collapsed to the floor, convulsing, and with her, 3 of her guardian death messengers... but two necromancers remained... although the shackles were weakening...
Wanderer
"C-damn! That's it... I'm burnt out... and how will I guide those fools now??? And I have no strength left..." – and I passed out.