Oh. Hmm. Anchor suspects that she may have overdone it a bit there.
But the spindly tunnel fiends are gone. On that measure it was an inarguable success.
She flies back up towards Sekhmet, delayed as a patch of ice in front of her cracks and crumbles out of the wall, forcing her to swoop around it.
"What happened? I mean, is her soul trying to get back into its body?"
"Doesn't matter - can you fly?"
If she gets a negative response, Anchor will try to grab the melting Sekhmets and lift them up with her. Which would be a terrible strain on her shadow wings, but she can manage it for a short time.