Blackfeather Woods I need an anchor

Kepa Sithis, īlon rijībagon ao se kirimvose, syt īlva ābrar.
Kepa Sithis jemagon īlva se tepagon īlva sȳz biarves.
Kepa Sithis jurnegon va īlva ābrarse ōdrikagon se tolie.

The words' magic sunk into the ground, embuing the Temple with the protective shroud of Sithis. Potema sighed, feeling exhaustion drag her body down. Her head throbbed with the exhertion of the spell, barely noticing Kove as he arrived. Her head lifted and she smiled faintly at the white Inuit. Hello, Kove... She huffed, slowly feeling her strength come back. Magic was not without its consequences, nor without its drawbacks. The hags and witches at the Fen would be strong enough to stay standing after the spell, but she was merely a young witch, inexperienced. She dragged herself to her feet and faced him. How are you?