Her servant reached out instinctively to wipe the sweat from Aisha's brow. But before she could touch her, an invisible force struck her back violently. In mid-air, she exploded into a cloud of blood.
"Stay sharp!" Nilou shouted, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.
Her delicate hands moved in fluid arcs, conjuring thirty-six azure lotus illusory shadows behind her. Each bloom glowed warmly, purifying the surrounding demonic aura.
Still, the weight in her gaze betrayed the strain she was under. The illusory shadows were already beginning to dim, slowly corroded by the oppressive black mist.
Roar!
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