Ilysa's piercing blue eyes were analysing the mountain from a perch high above the Earth Temple. She knew that the beetle was of a high value to the hero, but she did not understand exactly why he was so keen in finding it. In all reality, she could easily return to the desert and request that another beetle be made by some Robots. However, the hero had fought bravely and had endured enough hardships that if he wanted his original beetle then she was obliged to retrieve it for him.
A glint on a sand slope had caught her attention far west of the Earth temple, and as she descended the mountain a cold wind blew across her neck, sending chills down her spine. Surely this wind was not native to the environment surrounding a volcano. Despite her instinct to cease her search for the beetle and disguise herself from other beings, she continued her descent. She reached the glint in the sand fairly easily, and sure enough she could see part of the beetle sticking out of the sand; the remainder of the beetle clearly submerged in the sand from its fall. She pulled the beetle out of the sand and attached it to her arm, simply because she did not want to drop it again. She dislodged herself from the sand and glided down the sand on her feet with grace and power. At the bottom, she noticed that there were no mogmas around, and that there were very few signs of any life forms present in the area. Just as another cold wind swept past her neck, a dark silhouette appeared before her: the shadow appeared solid, but there were no distinguishable features other than that it was a very slimly built figure. The cold wind continued to blow, and Ilysa began to realise what – rather who – she was looking at.
"Lord Ghirahim, you are not welcome in this land and you have neither master nor army to align yourself with. You may have walked this land as a powerful entity before, but that era has passed. Leave Hylia's land, and shall you never return."
"You pestilent little girl! I am a Lord; you cannot speak to me with such disrespect! Obey my command, or forever face the coldness that is my wrath! You will retrieve the Blade of Evil's Bane before it is blessed by the goddess' pathetic and weak reincarnation and bring it to me!"
"I have no reason to obey or fear you Ghirahim, so swiftly get out of my way. Or perhaps I should remind you of what powers my people possess over the departed." Ilysa watched as the shadowy figure leaped at her, and her hands raised in front of her instinctively, casting a large barrier. The shadow sort of wisped across the face of the barrier before reforming into the humanoid shape a few feet away. He stood there for a minute, and he seemed to grow more and more opaque with every second that passed. He raised his hands as dark jets of magic burst towards her, which she countered with her own surges of light blue magic. As the different blasts of magic collided, they exploded into bright flashes. The onslaught of magic continued for a moment before Ilysa felt a primal power within her stir. Suddenly, her vision reddened with power, and her magic turned from the light blue hue to a deep red. She watched as Ghirahim's now visible expression changed from his usual taunting grimace into a look of fear. Ilysa quickly overpowered him and she sent a sharp surge of energy straight through the area where the crest on his chest would have been. She then held her hand out, and gripped the air, causing the shadow form of Ghirahim to clutch his throat, and he began to gasp. She flung her hand to the side, and he flew off into the side of the mountain. With her other hand, she formed a large sphere of magic as she prepared to finish off the remnants of Ghirahim. She looked into his eyes, which were more opaque than translucent at this point, and they were filled with both hate and pain. Before she could release the magic, he uttered a single phrase,
"Spiritus meus in aeternum vivere ventis, et semen maledictum adcrescit domini mei," and as soon as he finished, Ilysa cast the sphere which flew out at Ghirahim and submerged itself beneath the surface of his chest. After a very brief moment, his figure began to crack, each crack releasing some of the light that was surging through him. As the cracks grew larger, it came to a point where there were more cracks than Ghirahim until finally, he exploded into a cloud of ash.
"I guess you didn't hear me; I said get out of my way," Ilysa taunted the large crater now formed in the side of the mountain.