Briefly elated by the success of his polymorph other spell that had turned Gustav into a goldfish, Lucius cries in dismay when Gustav somehow dispels his magic. Doesn't this evoker ever memorize some evocation spells? the young wizard thinks to himself. But there is no time for continuing these thoughts because the disembodied voice has already tolled out the new Round.
Lucius mentally crosses his fingers and weaves yet another spell, a suggestion. "That's the real Mela," he says to Gustav, pointing towards Wisp in the back. "I suggest you run to her, immediately!"
Gustav, although he knows that Lucius' spell is a suggestion, can't help but turn to look at Mela. Mela! His Mela, returned to him, even though he had watched as the powerful hurricane had been released from that awful gold scroll, had watched as the wind picked her up off the balcony floor and pushed her out of the tower to plummet to her death, where he had been unable to revive her. Mela! Alive! Gustav runs to her, to hold her in his arms again!
Duel Over. Participant has disqualified himself by leaving the dueling area.
The crowd reacts, cheering for the sudden turn in events. A few of the Melas in the crowd resume their original shapes, frustrated, and turn to the bookies to pay up their bets that they had placed on Gustav.