Now Michael was fully prepared to enter the Valley of Souls. He had seated the cat in his lap, and his feet were immersed in the vessel that Mercy had brought filled with water. He began to look straight into the cat's eyes, and with that, a sudden fierce gust—like a whirlwind—rose in the room from nowhere. Within moments, everything fell silent again.
At the same time, Michael's soul had already departed for the Valley of Souls, while his body lay lifeless on the chair—without breath and without a soul.
"Stephnie, you need to do something," Mercy said, looking at her. "Hurry and seal all the windows and doors of this house with salt so that no spirit can enter Michael's body. Otherwise, it will become very difficult for us."
"Yes, alright. But how much time is left now to bring Claire back?" Stephnie asked, looking at Mercy.
