The minute Morrigan dropped out of the sky, Bethany felt her heart sink. Without that polluted archdemon she had been confident they had a chance; with that taken out such a thing felt much more...sketchy.

"Bethany." That seemed like Marian's voice, but it couldn't be. The timber sounded far too calm. Yet when the mage lifted her head to see her older sister, something dangerously playful was shimmering in those deep grey eyes. "I'll get the archdemon, you just follow Corypheus. When this thing goes down, lay it on thick."

Bethany shook her head. "Marian, I'm not leaving you behind."

"No, you're not. I know I said I was doing this as your sister but... this IS an archdemon." The Warden actually grinned. "It's kind of my thing."

Carver was the one who stepped forward, setting a hand on Marian's shoulder. "You're certain you can do this?"

Looking at the lyrium dragon again, Mari nodded. Then she took off, letting her speed carry her as she drew the thing away from the steps. Bethany knew better than to waste the moment. She dashed ahead as well, chasing after Corypheus as her brother and her love followed.

Several minutes later, Bethany saw Corypheus double over. "Impossible," he grumbled. "How..?"

Bethany didn't wait. She used the rift magic she had been working on to send a stone fist at her opponent, hearing the whistle of Leliana's arrow by her ear. She had chided herself that this wasn't the group she ought to have taken with her. She was more practiced with Cassandra, Cole, and Varric; her motions would have been more fluid in tandem with theirs. Yet in this moment, she knew her choice had been right. Corypheus pulsed with the last of his magic, finding himself unable to capture the remnants of his dragon's power.

Bethany watched as Carver shoved his sword in fully, heard the protests from the ancient magister as he railed against existence.

"You want in the Fade?" Bethany felt wicked, cruel. She activated the Anchor and grabbed forward to capture the orb he dropped, letting Corypheus himself be sucked into the darkness. He was screaming, thrashing. No escape, no mercy. He would have shown none to her. Then the building started to crumble around them. Carver grabbed her by instinct, shielding his younger sister as the world toppled to the ground. They landed with a thud, Bethany hurriedly throwing her brother off her to look over and see Leliana.

The bard was just finding her footing- smiling widely. "We did it."

"Yes," Bethany agreed. "We did."

Leliana suddenly glanced around. "Where is your sister?"

Carver and Bethany both startled, rushing in their hunt. The entire elevated temple had crashed, meaning everything had tumbled. Which included that lower platform.

When they arrived however, everything was in place. The archdemon's body lay shambled, definitively dead, and sitting on top...

"That," Marian declared breathlessly, "was weird." She blinked again, almost wildly, a light red glow dissipating as soon as Bethany caught it. "Very weird," she clarified.

Bethany resolved to let that go- for now. "Ready to get down from there, or planning to camp out atop a dragon?"

Marian chuckled and slid off, looking at Carver. He had his arms folded, his mouth wide in awe. "Maker's breath! Are you... jealous, brother?"

"Maybe a little."

"I'm sure you can find some dragons of your own," Bethany noted. "I hear reports of at least half a dozen."

As the pirate captain lost himself in thoughts of glory, the three women pushed him forth to the rest of the forces ready to welcome them. Bethany looked over the faces and found the one she needed. "Solas!" With that, she tossed the orb to the apostate elf, who glanced over in surprise. "Consider yourself in charge of this piece of Inquisition property."