"It is well. That echo was long due killed. I promised you a reward..." Magdh throws her hands up into the air

"It is well. That echo was long due killed. I promised you a reward..." Magdh throws her hands up into the air, and crimson gold radiance kindles between them. A moment later, it forms the shape of a glimmering mask, which looks like one you saw on the face of the Lantern King. The mask hangs still in the air, its shape frozen, as befits a mask. And yet you can't shake the feeling there's a watchful, sorrowful, piercing stare behind the empty eye slits, the look of a living creature.