"Hmmm… it actually worked…" Her voice was calm but echoed louder than thunder.
Her body seemed to make snapping sounds as the air and world struggled fiercely to endure this entity.
There was a sense of rejection and wrongness, as if this entity should not be here as if the world itself was begging the omniverse to cast out this cancerous being.
Yet the pleas fell on deaf ears.
She raised her hand, and a book appeared before the eyes of all who were watching.
Her gaze turned to Abellona, then reached upward. When she did, Damon felt himself black out, everyone did.
Different balls of light rose from everyone's glabella, illuminating softly over their foreheads.
This very gesture was simple: all their souls were removed from their bodies without killing them.
It was a casual act, as if the soul were not infinite in its complexities.
However, this very act reduced the arm of the priestess to dust.
