It's working. Whether or not their combined spell will hold up against Ifrit's flames remains to be seen, but beneath his fingers, Sven feels the three different enchantments knitting into one. He presses his own power deeper, more insistently, squashing Xander and Nita's prayers together and sealing them with El'Nil'm's magic. It's almost impossible to tell whose power is whose anymore. That's just what they need: a spell that isn't cohesive and whole won't stand on its own. It will break the moment the three of with withdraw from the sigil. But no...the spell seems to take a life of its own, bursting like a dam through the pathways beneath their fingers and rushing into the towel.

That's it. They're done. Sven opens his eyes, sitting back with a sigh and wiping his face with his hand, his blackened and leaving grimy streaks over his cheek and jaw. He feels immensely proud of the his two fellow spell casters.

"Aaand that's a wrap! Real good work, Xander, Nita." Now to see how well their work actually holds up. Sven holds out the towel to Ifit--it's still glowing and feels warm to the touch, like it's freshly tumble-dried. He pauses, towel in hands. Something's off with the mood here...Sven looks to Ifrit with kind eyes. Maybe she's worried about the spell not working?

"Hey...don't look so worried. No need to fret if it doesn't work first time. Now that we know that we can joint-spellcast, we can workshop the method if we need to...think of this as a prototype."