"I'm too beautiful to be your victim, bitch!" Séraphine said with a tone full of disdain and haughtiness. This caused Mirian to growl and stomp down hard as she ran towards Séraphine at high speed.
"I'll tear you to pieces, witch!" the lycanthrope exclaimed, brandishing her claw at the brunette. However, she didn't stand still and wait.
The cop stood in her way, her warhammer glowing blue as she raised it for an upward attack. The werewolf woman had to stop and shield her body.
The impact of the hammer on flesh produced an unusually dry sound. Mirian's body barely trembled, demonstrating that she exerted a much more powerful force than at the beginning of the confrontation.
At that moment, Séraphine unleashed her magic again. She took a deep breath, and as she exhaled, a mist of warm aether shot from her lips, covering both the policewoman and the werewolf.
The mist did not affect the policewoman, but it reacted severely with Mirian's body. She emitted an ugly scream from her terrible maw. Her huge arms flailed as she screamed in pain and cursed the terrible sensation coursing through her body.
"What kind of spell is this!? Damn you, witch! I'll eat you; I'll ruin you! I'll tear you apart completely!" The lycanthrope tried to back away, trying to avoid the blue mist torturing her.
Élodie took this opportunity to swing her hammer, striking the werewolf's knee and making her flinch. This prevented her from retreating and extended her suffering. Suddenly, gunfire sounded from Séraphine, who had fired the six bullets in her revolver.
They were the silver bullets she had brought specifically for this moment. The metal reacted with the lycanthrope's flesh. The hardness that the flesh had seemed to have was discarded, and the projectiles penetrated deep into the flesh. This made the lycanthrope's howls much louder than before.
The metal in Mirian's body reacted with the previous spell, causing her to fall backward. Red blood gushed from her wounded chest, and her hair was consumed as if by fire.
"This pain is not pleasant... it doesn't feel good..." stammered the beast, who had previously appeared powerful but now lay languidly on the ground, weak.
"Hmm~? This is what you get for fighting without a mind, my dear Mirian~! That voice rang out again, using the creature's body as a conduit.
"Come on. I'll show you how to fight for real~" As if sensing the hammer blow from behind, the wolf woman rolled to the side and kicked the policewoman, pushing her several steps back.
Standing on all fours, the ether claws generated by the lycanthrope easily dug into the ground. Her amber eyes were now partially tinged with a purple glow, focusing on Séraphine.
The witch had cast another spell, generating small orbs of blue energy that floated around her body. She held her gun in her hand, loaded and ready to fire, and her green eyes collided with Mirian's.
"Come on, bitch!" Séraphine sneered, ready for the werewolf's approach. Instead of charging toward her enemies as she had before, however, the wolf woman lifted her head and howled.
As she howled, the air seemed to distort. It appeared as if the sound waves coming from her mouth had become visible and were attacking everything around her. Both Séraphine and Élodie were pushed backward by an unknown force.
Worst of all, the noise produced by the lycanthrope caused them to lose their sense of direction. Mirian was clearly under the control of an entity and was fighting much smarter than before.
The werewolf woman waved one of her front claws forward, and three lines of blue energy shot out, flying at incredible speeds toward Séraphine, who was still recovering from the previous sonic attack.
The witch reacted as quickly as she could. She channeled the aether produced by the resonance of her soul and extended her hand forward. A floating wall created by aether emerged in front of her.
The energy attacks launched by Mirian hit the shield created by Séraphine. The impact caused a small explosion, sending the witch flying against the wall. In response to her previous attack, the aether spheres previously created by the witch flew toward Mirian.
The projectiles hit the werewolf woman's body, making her grunt in pain. She recoiled from the force of the blows. To top it off, the spheres exploded after hitting her body, producing a blue glow that covered her completely.
"Now you suffer as I do," joked Élodie, watching Séraphine struggle to get up after being slammed against the wall.
"Don't get distracted. That danm bitch isn't dead yet," the witch mumbled, pointing her weapon at the blurry figure of the lycanthrope running toward Élodie.
Pushing her reflexes and body to the limit, the cop stomped hard on the ground. A jet of concentrated ether erupted from the sole of her foot in a thin line facing Mirian. However, the lycanthrope was not taken by surprise and dodged deftly.
Having closed the distance with Élodie, the werewolf attacked the blonde with a paw. The policewoman could barely put her hammer down defensively. The blow pushed her body backwards, sliding her feet across the cracked wooden floor.
Élodie jumped back, evading the bite Mirian had attempted to deliver to her neck. The sound of teeth slamming shut echoed through the room, chilling both women's blood.
The beast's body was barely damaged at this point, except for the blood staining its partially scorched fur. There were no major wounds, and its power remained at its peak.
"You won't be able to beat me with just you little Red Riding Hood~" Mirian said, turning and kicking hard at Élodie. Instead of hitting flesh, however, she slammed into an ethereal wall.
"We just need to fine-tune some details, but we make a good team, don't you think?" Séraphine asked with derision. She had created the energy shield that protected the policewoman, who increased her body size once more without hesitation.
"I've crushed many dogs like you in the army!" the blonde exclaimed, swinging her hammer hard against the wolf woman's arm. Although it only made Mirian whimper slightly in pain, it was enough to give the witch a free hand for one more spell.
Séraphine holstered her revolver, channeled boiling aether through her body, and made a sinking gesture with her two hands pointing downward, unleashing a powerful magical effect.
Suddenly, a terrible pressure fell on the lycanthrope's body. The wooden floor cracked beneath her, and Mirian was smashed completely against it, almost piercing through.
"Huhuhuhu~! Gravity? It reminds me of the rumors about an annoying witch!" The strange voice came from the werewolf woman, who was writhing, trying to escape the gravitational trap.
"Are you talking about Lady Osmond? She's my master." Although Séraphine had certain issues with that woman, she was proud to have been educated and trained by such a high-caliber witch.
Lady Osmond had taught her many key truths that every witch should know. She taught her to love exploration and the desire to learn. Above all, she taught her how to maintain glamour at every turn. The brunette fixed the loose strands of her disheveled hair from the strenuous fight.
Élodie brandished her fully aether-coated hammer and struck Mirian's head repeatedly in an attempt to shatter her skull. However, even though the blows shook the entire room, the beast let out a mocking laugh.
"Lady Osmond!? No wonder you have that smell! No wonder you're a Visionary! It was you! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The entity's laughter, which came from Mirian's body, triggered something in Séraphine. She put one hand on her forehead to avoid the terrible headache that hit her.
"Why don't you die!?" cried Élodie, realizing that her attacks had broken Mirian's teeth and filled her mouth with blood, but had otherwise had no effect.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! How could I let you break my favorite toy? It would waste my time~" After these words fell, purple lines ran down the wolf woman's body. With a roar, she stood up, shattering the magical effect that had pressed her to the ground.
"But I'm not interested in you now, warrior. Where do we stand? Oh, yes... Witch, haven't you wondered why you're cursed?" Mirian asked in a different voice, making Séraphine's eyes sink.
"My master said I interrupted a summoning ritual and saw something I shouldn't have..." replied Séraphine hesitantly. She had been very sure of that answer before, but it seemed that there was more to her past.
The signs had been obvious for a while: the strange attack she had when she saw the symbol on her client, the words of the strange being, and her interest in his knowledge of the event.
As a detective, how could she not have noticed those clues? It seemed that the origin of her curse had more history and significance than she had thought. Séraphine then stared into Mirian's eyes, which glowed with a sickening purple light.
"You should introduce yourself first, creature," the witch demanded. The lycanthrope ducked her body slightly and wiped away the blood and shards of teeth around her mouth. Then she spoke.
"The little wolf who summoned me is called Mirian. But I... am an Inferos. Doesn't that name ring a bell, witch?" Upon hearing this name, Séraphine froze, and fragments of memories came to her mind.
Screams, howls, and an overwhelming sense of terror. Two purple eyes, those of her master, stared at her. She saw the symbol of the inverted goblet on a marble floor, and a claw unlike any she had ever seen emerged from a crimson portal.
"Lady Osmond is known for certain things among my kind. We are odd; each of us is focused on something in particular. I like pleasure. I don't know who you met, but you react to our collective symbol. This indicates that the mark left on your psyche was quite severe," stated the Inferos, pointing to the center of the ritual circle.
"We help those who summon us. We perform tasks. We give power. But sometimes, we just take what we want~. The scent of the Vision about to mature on you is appealing.
It must have been torture to go through so much for almost seven years, right?" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!" Mirian burst out laughing, or rather, the Inferos who possessed her did.
"You must have suffered so much, little witch! Wouldn't it be better to devote yourself to the pleasure I can bring you? It would ease your sorrows! Let me finish the work that one of my own could not." The Inferos' words had a strange power. Séraphine felt as if a twig were invading her mind and body, trying to awaken physical sensations and reactions.
However, the witch gritted her teeth, focused her will, and unleashed the full power of her curse and special vision when her eyes glowed with green light. All reality blurred before her eyes. She wanted to see the essence of everything; she wanted answers.
The room had become a fragment of a forest with purple trees bearing flowers that resembled female genitalia and exposed roots that resembled wombs. There were fungi in phallic shapes and streams of clear, whitish fluids whose odor hinted at their true origin.
In the middle of it all was a being. It wasn't the werewolf woman, but a creature that made Séraphine feel a strange warmth unlike anything she had felt before, and a shiver ran down her back.
It was tall with purple skin of different shades for contrast. Twisted black horns adorned her pink hair and pointed skyward.
She had a slender body without clothing, breasts with nipples that ended in mouths full of fangs, and a tangle of tentacles that emerged from her crotch. The tentacles oozed a white liquid that caused hissing sounds when it dripped on the floor.
It had crimson eyes that glared at Séraphine with disdain, lust, and superiority. Her hands were similar to the claws the witch had briefly seen in her memories. Blue lines ran down her body in intricate patterns that were confusing at first glance.
A long tail emerged from the small of her back. The tip ended in what appeared to be a black chitin spike. This limb waved gently, giving the creature the charm of a cat about to hunt.
"Your scent only gets more and more delicious~!" moaned the creature as it felt Séraphine explore part of its true essence. It found this action truly pleasurable.
"Aren't Inferos extremely rare and dangerous beings? Why did my master summon one? What do you know!?" Séraphine asked, visibly angered by the strange situation she had gotten herself into. But her emotions only made the Inferos' body tremble as if it were having an orgasm.
"Figure it out on your own~. But I'll give you a bit of information. My sweet witch, you love that, don't you~? You're bound to us whether you want to or not. That cute curse you have is because of us. Very soon, someone will come to reap you.
What bliss! Better us than other nasty guys, right? I wonder, though, if you'll be able to enjoy its full potential before you meet the real danger. HAHAHAHAHA~!
I see potential in you. I hope to meet you in person, not with this hunk of energy. Only if you can survive my heavy hand, will we meet again, sweetness~. Only if you can defeat my puppet!" the Inferos replied, using a highly sensual tone before waving one of her terrible claws.
"The last round is coming! I hope it doesn't hurt that much~" With those final words, the whole scenario distorted, and Séraphine was ejected from her activated Vision state, bringing her back to reality.
"You talk too much trash..." Séraphine complained under her breath. She had memorized the Inferos' annoying words, and though a bit of worry rose in her heart, it was squashed by a thought.
'I've seen worse things on the mezzanine of reality. A pair of Inferos? I'll kill them if they come!' With determination, the witch clenched her hands and looked at Mirian, ready to fight.
"Something happened that I didn't realize," said Élodie, breathing heavily from the constant bodily enhancements she had undergone using aether. She was undeterred by the lycanthrope's current state.
"One of these days I'll tell you." Knowing that she might need help in the future, Séraphine responded more calmly to the blonde. Besides, it had felt good to fight alongside her, so this change felt natural.
Mirian attacked even faster than before. She disappeared and suddenly appeared in front of Élodie. Energy claws threatened to tear her to pieces as the werewolf used both paws to attack the policewoman.
With a war cry, Élodie decided not to evade but to attack. Knowing that she couldn't effectively hurt the lycanthrope with her current strength, she didn't strike at her head but at her neck.
A giant ether hand caught the werewolf woman's legs, preventing her from attacking. When Élodie's war hammer fell, Mirian raised her claws to protect herself.
The fight seemed to have stalled at this point. A lycanthrope as powerful as she was difficult to bring down, especially given her obvious enhancements. But an idea came to Séraphine's mind, prompting her to activate her special vision again.
She didn't want to see the Inferos or the environmental corruption; she wanted to find something special. There it was, deep inside Mirian's body: a small golden orb constricted by purple roots.
At that moment, a voice full of sadness and exhaustion came to Séraphine.
"Please... help..." The witch heard this and a small smile graced her beautiful face. She knew what spell to use.
After Mirian shattered the ether hand that had stopped her movement, she opened her mouth, and a blue glow began to appear, making Élodie feel a terrible sensation of death.
"Shit..." the blonde muttered as she ducked, placing her hammer in front of her to defend herself from the concentrated jet of ether shot from the lycanthrope's mouth.
The energy attack slammed into her hammer, reinforced by the police. The collision caused small strands of aether to separate from the main stream and fall onto the blonde's body. Luckily, she had coated her body with her power.
"That's the first time I've seen a dog do something like that!" shouted Élodie. Her body emitted a bit of smoke, and her police uniform was somewhat singed by the energy that seeped through.
"You have proven unusually resilient," said Mirian, approaching step by step toward Élodie, who, due to exhaustion, tried to stand up and stumbled.
"It's what makes us human," Séraphine replied, causing the werewolf woman to turn her head sharply toward her.
For some reason, the werewolf woman felt a strange sensation coming from the witch, especially when she saw the confident, arrogant smile on her lips, as if she had already won.
"Humph!? Looks like I haven't dealt with you enough!" the lycanthrope growled, rushing toward Séraphine with her mouth open and claws exposed, ready to tear the witch apart.
But Séraphine was waiting for her with what she considered the last spell of the night: something simple yet useful. The witch drove the fiery ether through her body once more, ignoring the dizziness, fever, and dry lips. She gestured as if waking a sleeping person, waving her hands in front of her.
"Wake up!" the witch shouted. Blue energy covered Mirian's body, freezing her halfway through.
"What, a simple wake-up spell? HAHAHAHA! Who are you looking to wake up?" the Inferos asked, laughing loudly. But his laughter stopped abruptly.
The purple lines on the lycanthrope's hide began to flicker as if losing energy. Her body twisted, and a cry of pain erupted from her mouth. Then, a third voice, very different from the previous two, emerged.
"Kill me...stop this! It's not what I wanted..." It was the soul trapped in the huge body, the real voice of Mirian, speaking for the first time since they had met in the dreary room.
Élodie watched the scene with excitement. She had been thinking about why her earlier hammering of the creature's head had been so futile. It wasn't hard to associate that futility with the strange lines running through her enemy's body.
Now that her apparent empowerment was failing, wouldn't this provide real damage? The policewoman made every effort to get to her feet and, channeling the last glimmer of aether from deep within her body, attacked.
Mirian could have avoided it. She could have defended herself. Perhaps her resilient body could have taken the damage without any problem, given how she had previously acted up to this point.
However, the newly awakened soul inside the werewolf woman's body interfered with the Inferos' control over her and the strange personality that emerged after her body was possessed.
Mirian wanted to die! Her actions interfered with the Inferos' empowerment and the lycanthropes' natural energy defense. This left her flesh exposed to the heavy hammer of the werewolf, who struck her skull.
As the weapon fell, the sound of breaking bones echoed through the air. Suddenly, a black stain spread from the werewolf woman's chest. The silver poison was no longer suppressed by her great power, and it systematically invaded her insides, worsening her situation.
Mirian fell to her knees. Her huge body slowly shrank. Her gray fur pushed back into her skin, leaving only faint patches on her limbs. Soon, only the werewolf woman's human body remained.
Her head was deformed from the blow, and the red blood gushing from her body turned black as the poison spread. Still, she remained alive. Only one of her eyes remained; the other had been crushed in the last attack. Tinged with purple, she used this eye to glare hatefully at the two women standing before her.
"What an unpleasant outcome. You won... but I'll leave them a gift~" The purple glow disappeared, leaving only an amber eye that watched the world with sadness and pain.
Both Séraphine and Élodie sighed, feeling the air was lighter. Since the beginning of the fight, they had felt an unusual pressure on their bodies and the constant gaze of a being they could not quite discern. Now, with their apparent departure, this had ended.
"I... I just wanted to save my husband. I don't want to justify myself, but there's something I want to tell you," the woman said, struggling to speak. Although she wanted to see her husband one last time, she knew it was impossible.
So, she decided to expose the people who had dragged her into her current situation. She still remembered how she had ended up in this situation and how someone had taken advantage of her vulnerability to manipulate her. Using that rage as fuel, she endured the weakness that lingered in her body.
"There are cultists in Blume. Real cultists.... what happened here was just a test.... yes, I realized in the end that they were using me as a test subject.
This ritual was to absorb the energy of souls and save my husband... I have no justification. I ask you to destroy it and free the captives.... and destroy the cocoon hidden in this house." After saying these words, the light in Mirian's eye dimmed. In her last moments of life, the woman had one final thought.
'The best thing would be... to end it all.' Her mind stopped, her heartbeat ceased, and the once-alpha, a powerful enemy that both the witch and the warrior had faced, died.
As Mirian's body fell limp to the ground, a purple flame emerged, causing the women to recoil in fear of being hurt. The fire consumed the werewolf's body. When it extinguished, only a bit of ash and a star-shaped piece of crystal remained on the ground.
"Accept my gift~! You won't be corrupted if you hold it. I hope you find it useful~. We're not enemies, you know? I hope you'll be more open when we meet~. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The Inferos' voice was heard again, and just hearing it caused Séraphine and Élodie to assume combat stances.
But after several minutes with nothing happening, they stopped being alert. The witch approached the starry crystal, whose material was tinged with deep purple, almost black.
She activated her Vision, but it didn't detect any spiritual energy, marks, or anything else dangerous. She bent down to pick it up and instinctively understood how it worked, but she was paralyzed by this realization.
'The Inferos are so mysterious and capricious... are they my enemies, or do they just enjoy causing trouble?' Séraphine wondered, looking at the ritual circle in the middle of the room.
"What does that thing do?" asked Élodie, awkwardly approaching Séraphine. The witch simply shook her head and kept the crystal inside her witch's hat while keeping her head down.
"Nothing. Luckily, it has no spiritual energy, and it doesn't look corrupted. I have a good pair of eyes for that," the witch pointed out. Her green eyes caused the blonde to tilt her head slightly, not quite understanding her companion's sudden weirdness.
"You must know more about this than I do, but don't trust spirit creatures," commented Élodie, scowling at the ritual circle.
Although she had no special vision, she could feel the negative energy and constant coldness rising from the construction. Séraphine had calmed down a bit, but she was still mentally debating whether to use the object the Inferos had left her.
Not only because the spirit creature who gave it to her was dangerous, but also because of the context in which she received it. However, the object's functionality far outweighed the ethical and moral questions of its use, so her mind constantly debated options.
To divert her thoughts, she approached the center of the ritual and noted the supposed emblem of the Inferos species much better. This had not been recorded in any of the lore she had learned, so she tried to understand the symbol and the functionality of the ritual much better.
"The spirit creatures are... strange. The main problem is how corrupt the energy of that world is when it reaches ours. It affects bodies and minds, but most importantly, our way of thinking differs greatly from that of those entities.
That Inferos... may be my enemy, friend, or companion. I don't know. But he showed me how to find answers about an event in my past. I'll start by remembering and analyzing this ritual. But damn, I hate it when they play with souls," Séraphine complained before deciding on her next move.
She could not purify the building, but she could free the souls inside. She smashed the key points of the ritual and clasped her hands together, casting a new spell.
This gesture allowed her to calm the aggrieved and tortured souls. The witch's aether interacted with the trapped entities, allowing her to feel their gratitude.
Their gratitude was no small thing. Séraphine and Élodie could feel the coldness of the atmosphere clearing a little, and their exhaustion subsiding.
"I hope they can reincarnate in peace," the witch murmured with her eyes closed. She felt the ghosts heading far away, to a place she could not perceive.
"May Mother Light hold them in her embrace," declared Élodie, making a gesture similar to Séraphine's as she silently dedicated a prayer to the entity.
"Speaking of Mother Light... we need to call those guys." After finishing her spell, Séraphine looked at the police, who nodded.
"The nuns and paladins working in the tower, right? I haven't met them yet. I didn't expect to meet them today," commented Élodie before walking toward the first floor, where there was a phone they could use.
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Using the phone in a completely corrupt house, with a storm of spiritual energy raging outside, was not a good idea, especially when you expressed your desire to purify it.
After running away from walls that twisted into terrible mouths, carpets that turned into tongues, and tentacles that sought to trap them, as well as pipes that looked like huge worms with sharp teeth that wanted to engulf them, they understood the message for next time very well.
"I will never, and I mean never, get into a place like that again," growled Élodie, brushing bits of disgusting saliva off her body and feeling a strong urge to vomit.
"At least we were able to communicate with the Tower." Séraphine took a handkerchief from her hat and wiped her face. However, seeing how sticky her body was, she knew her actions were insufficient.
"I think we can help you with the dirt, Séraph," a voice said from behind the witch. The latter turned around with a smile on her face.
"Sophia! You arrived quickly," Séraphine greeted the woman standing in front of her, accompanied by others.
Sophia was slightly shorter than the witch. Her hair was deep blue, and she had red eyes and pale skin. She wore a tight-fitting black-and-white nun's outfit.
She held a golden staff in her hand. The top of the staff was a ring containing a crystal that glowed in a warm white light. The underside of the staff was a black-painted spike that she leaned on as she stood.
Behind Sophia were figures in black robes, each holding various technological tools. One figure was carrying what Élodie identified as a powerful flamethrower.
This man fired a jet of fire at the wasp hatchling that Séraphine had kicked hours before, burning it completely. The pair of Grim who had been snooping nearby now kept their distance, watching the humans with their orange eyes.
"We were nearby when we heard about the possible cult. We were sent ahead of time. Those people... were corrupt, weren't they? That man still is," Sophia pointed out to Gerard, who had been taken into custody by one of the women's companions.
"Yes... my Vision lets me see the tides of spiritual energy over this house. I interrupted the ritual that channeled it, but the corruption has completely permeated the house," Séraphine said, pointing to the dirt on her body. Sophia covered her face with her palm and laughed.
"Will you let me help you?" the nun asked tactfully. When she heard those words, Élodie moved uncharacteristically quickly toward her, putting her face very close to Sophia's.
"Please! I can't stand the stickiness on my body," complained Élodie, causing the nun to nod.
"Yes, I don't want to travel spit-stained. It's not my style at all," added Séraphine. Sophia laughed again before raising her staff.
"Then... let me channel the power of Mother Light upon you." The nun's eyes narrowed slightly as she said those words before sketching a smile and gently waving the object in her hand.
Séraphine critically assessed the woman's actions. She was someone Séraphine could consider a friend. Her mind inevitably began to run through her knowledge on this subject.
There were mages and witches, who were capable of using magic; warriors, who could enhance their bodies with energy; and alchemists, who could process and catalyze different materials.
These three professions had different names depending on the region, but were fundamentally the three ways mankind could harness the power generated by the resonance of their souls and the power produced by that method: the aether.
Among talented and untalented people, there was a small group who could tune into the power of outside entities, especially Mother Light, instead of generating this energy.
She was a very powerful spiritual entity who was considered benevolent towards humans. Her existence was widely known, but, unlike other powerful spiritual beings who induced the creation of cults or spread corruption, Mother Light was different.
There was no cult in her name, only the purest belief and devotion to her. There was no religion, cult, or worshipping institution. She deposited tools in the world that could extract and process her power, enabling those special humans to safely channel her light. Sophia was one of them.
They referred to themselves as nuns and paladins, though technically, they were workers for the Tower or a government agency, depending on the country.
Séraphine felt no envy when she saw her friend control this power. She was already a glamorous witch. However, she was always interested in the entity's light. Every chance she got, she observed the purification process Sophia was undergoing.
'I must take advantage of this moment, just in case,' thought the witch. Just in case, she took out of her hat the object gifted to her by the Inferos, attracting Sophia's gaze. However, the woman concentrated on the power channeled by her staff.
Soon, a beam of light covered Séraphine and Élodie, wiping away the saliva coating their bodies and the faint traces of spiritual energy seeping into them.
"You are done. You are purified," Sophia declared, looking particularly at the crystal in the witch's hands. However, she passed by, focusing her attention on the cottage in front of her.
"Now it's time to purify this building," the nun said, raising her staff high again. Concentrating her will on the object, she drew the power of light into its white crystal, making it emit a dazzling glow.
"It's always a sight to see the purifications," said Élodie. After patting her cleansed body several times, she watched Sophia's actions with interest.
"Yes, it's much better than the magical purification I know. That's barely effective against dead spirit creatures and mild corruption. Only the power of Mother Light can handle something like this," commented Séraphine as she put the crystal away and reflected on all she had learned and experienced that day.
She had many things to process, including the power of light she had just felt. But that would be later. Now, she wanted to see how Sophia would respond to the corrupted building.
The house quickly transformed into a huge monster that began to growl after sensing the powerful light the nun was channeling.
It had become a monstrous house! The warm smile on Sophia's face quickly turned contemptuous. Under the watchful gaze of those present, she pointed the top of her staff directly at the building.
"Purify yourself!" Under her shout, a cannon of light erupted from her weapon and slammed squarely into the front door of the cottage. The door had transformed into a snarling mouth, reacting to the combination of light and spiritual energy.
A pillar of light enveloped the building. Underneath the building, chunks of crimson energy peeled off the walls and dissipated into the atmosphere as the light completely permeated the building.
Soon, the energy emanating from the staff dissipated, revealing a fully purified cottage in front of everyone. However, one of its windows had shattered, and a Killer Wasp hatchling emerged, floating awkwardly.
"EAT!"