"W-What?!"
Adam blurted out, his childlike voice cracking under the confusion of his own surprise.
The cavern's red glow flickered across his small, skeletal frame, making him look even more otherworldly.
His stump of an arm was already knitting back together, flesh bubbling and reforming with a grotesque squelch, but his focus was locked on the hovering figure of Johanton, or whatever was puppeteering him now.
[Master, I mean it. Run. That boy... he's being possessed by a Demonic Goddess. Her presence is overwhelming. Divinity radiates from her like sun]
Freya's voice echoed in his head again, urgent and laced with a rare hint of fear.
Adam's eyes narrowed, the golden magic circle from his Divine spell still humming faintly in the background, its planetary barrier holding but ticking down.
He could feel the regression effect pulsing through everything, including this intruder.
'Really? She's a real God?'
