[Suzerain of Sheol]

Shealtiel is distracted in the throes of his sorcery, hurling bolts of withering power that send raven carcasses careening earthward to collapse into dust upon the ground. He does not notice the grenade Feenai threw until it goes off, it's invisible force raising only a quivering sensation against his skin.

The effect on the enemy is vastly greater, though. Immediately, the majority of the Dybbuk vanish, sent howling back into the depths of Sheol. Shealtiel can feel the void in the ether where they were only seconds ago. The formerly-possessed ravens flutter awake and begin to fly awkwardly, aimlessly around the area.

With almost casual indifference, the Servant of Sheol banishes the remaining spirits of the Dybbuk, having barely tapped into his own reserves, though he has burned through all of the power he siphoned earlier.