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The moment Lyren's voice broke into a shiver, Shellia knew what she had to do.
Purify.
Cleanse.
Sever every chain demons had dared to place on a spirit of the water.
She inhaled slowly, feeling the three blessings—moon, wind, and light—pulse in her soul like overlapping heartbeats. Her staff warmed in her grip, Solara Veil responding instantly to her intent.
"Everyone," she said softly, "stand back."
Allen obeyed first, stepping away without hesitation.
Lucien gestured for the holy order paladins to retreat in a clean arc.
Veyra moved with spectral grace, pulling Kaelin and Daryon with her.
Lumiel tightened his grip on his staff, watching carefully but giving Shellia the space she needed.
Lyren trembled, chest heaving. "W-wait—what are you—"
Shellia lowered herself to eye level, expression gentle. "I'm going to free you."
His breath caught. "Free… me?"
"Yes," she said. "From everything."
