Halea aims her hand into the grave and unleashes a torrent of cyan flame with a FWOOM. Her fingers become talons, and feathers erupt from the robes on that side of her body. Glowing markings - similar to Cheth's, but reversed upward along her spine - appear on her back and arms. Silas shields his face as the heat immediately cremates the bones of Shoshana.
Silas looks back into the tomb, stunned.
Silas: But. But... BUT-! She's... she was...
Silas, now holding the trident, watches in horror as Halea walks away. She looks like herself again, and is casually tying the green ribbon back around her neck. Behind her, the smoldering remains of the Prophetess (and the molten remnants of her grave goods) glow blue with small flames, and smoke billows upward.
Halea: a priceless relic of the ancient world? Not every relic has WORTH, Silas. Wait until the embers die out... and sweep her up.