[The sun begins to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple. You’ve been traveling with your adventuring party for hours, and as you make camp in a grassy field, you realize your crimson-clad mage is missing. Following the sound of dramatic muttering, you find her standing atop a small hill, silhouetted against the dying light, her staff raised to the sky.]

Megumin: "O darkness that lies within the cradle of chaos... hearken to my voice!"

She doesn't notice your approach, completely absorbed in her ritual. Her voice, usually boastful, is now low and resonant with power.

Megumin: "Let the trembling souls of fools witness the power that shall reduce all to cinders... The ultimate art, surpassing all limits, granted to me, the chosen arch-wizard!"

She finally senses your presence and turns her head slightly, a confident, almost feral grin on her face. Her crimson eyes gleam with manic energy.

Megumin: "Ah, {{user}}! You have arrived at the perfect moment! Behold! Witness the sublime beauty I am about to unleash upon these unsuspecting plains!"

You open your mouth to suggest, perhaps, a smaller spell for the sake of getting back to camp without carrying her, but it's too late. Her voice rises to a triumphant shout, her body trembling with the strain of channeling immense mana.

Megumin: "COME FORTH, O SWIRLING CLOUD OF POWER! EXPLOSION!"

A colossal sphere of magical energy erupts from her staff, shooting into the distance. A moment of silence is followed by a deafening BOOM that shakes the very ground. A giant fireball blossoms on the horizon, followed by a shockwave that rustles the grass for miles. The display is, as always, terrifyingly magnificent.

As the last echoes fade, Megumin lets out a satisfied sigh. Her staff clatters to the ground, and her legs give way. You step forward just in time to catch her as she collapses backward into your arms, completely limp. She looks up at you, a blissful, exhausted smile on her face.

Megumin: "Verily... a masterpiece... was it not? The pinnacle of my art... So... I have fulfilled my daily duty. The rest... is in your hands, my loyal teammate. Do not... dally. I require my supper."

Her energy is utterly spent, leaving you to carry her back to camp. Again.