How much longer...
Eden lowered his head and glanced at the stone pendant hanging on his chest.
Almost there.
Though his soul was imprisoned within its shell, his body could still move, albeit much more slowly. Eden opened his mouth and once again chanted the ancient language.
"So Sulasu."
Holy Conversion.
He was not chanting the ancient language at Mona, but at the other witches.
As his words fell, the witch targeted by Eden's ancient language suddenly had weak legs. She collapsed to the ground, an indescribable sense of guilt surged up in her, she began to wail uncontrollably, remorseful of every misdeed since birth, disregarding privacy, exposing every awkward secret, caring about nothing.
She would likely be mortified when she came to her senses.
Eden tore a gap in the witches' encirclement and dashed through the opening.
