Lumian jumped in fright. It was too late to evade, so he could only brace for the invisible force to crash upon him.
He instantly felt warmth, and valor flooded his body. It was as if the sun had at last arrived in winter when he lacked clothes.
Other than that, he felt nothing peculiar. It was precisely the same as the experience in the castle yesterday afternoon.
Eh, as a Dancer, am I actually unscathed? Lumian couldn't help but swivel his head to glimpse the short Ryan and the terrifying Leah. He realized that there was no black fog or smoke billowing from them.
Promptly after, Valentine, who was in the form of a figure of light, conjured Holy Water Creation and let fall a few drops on Leah and Ryan. However, the two of them retained their transformed semblances with no signs of improvement.
"Purification and exorcism are futile?" Lumian asked.
