However, it was clear Sephera had no intention of testing her spells against Hattie’s. In the next instant, the vines she had used to entangle Hattie’s tentacles snapped apart—while her own true form, slippery as an eel, wriggled free from the countless grasping limbs and shot toward the scriptorium’s door!
She would escape today, no matter the cost—even if it ant tearing herself apart.
Inside the room, Ruth raised her small hand and slashed the air once more. Another ghastly wound split open across Sephera’s true body. Vines that ford her torso splintered away, splattering the scriptorium’s floor with venomous blood, like petals of so grotesque flower.
Yet none of it slowed her down.
Her body accelerated to its fullest speed mid-air, hurtling toward the scriptorium’s locked door—
BANG—!
The reinforced wood shattered under the impact. Sephera’s head throbbed as if she had ramd straight into steel.
No ti to curse the door’s absurd durability—she imdiately veered toward the monastery’s main entrance.
There were no choices left now. Since they had discovered her, her only path was forward—out, out, out!
Blind with panic, she didn’t notice the figure waiting just beyond the doorway.
At the threshold, Charles saw her charging straight for the exit and lunged. His arms locked around her elongated, serpentine body.
The Longstrider spell enhanced his body, granting him leaps that would sha an Olympic champion from his past life. With effortless grace, he wrapped his arms around the massive, multicolored viper’s writhing form and snarled:
"Purified—!"
BUZZ—
A milky radiance erupted, enveloping her monstrous body in an instant. Sephera’s true form thrashed violently, her coils twisting in a desperate attempt to throw him off—but her struggles grew weaker by the second as her body shrank rapidly. Within monts, she had reverted to her nun’s guise.
BANG—!
They crashed to the ground together, the soft earth sparing them the worst of the impact—but doing nothing to lessen Sephera’s humiliation.
"You—die!"
Her face twisted with rage as she glared at the filthy man still clutching her body, his accursed white energy leeching away her power. Fury burned through her veins, scorching away reason.
This man—he must be the mastermind!
Kill him. Kill him, and the others might yet be saved!
Baring her fangs—disguised until now as re canine teeth—she struck at Charles’ neck with viperous speed.
"Woo——"
A sharp sting pierced his flesh—then faded almost instantly, replaced by a creeping numbness that seeped into his muscles. His tension lted away against his will.
No.
Dread spiked through him. The venom was taking effect.
Damn it—none of the spells I’ve learned counter toxins!
He’d prepared for this. Before the fight, he’d upcast False Life to second level, fortifying his body against lethal damage—but it wouldn’t hold forever.
After all, Sephera was, at her core, a far more potent spellcaster than Hattie!
"Stop—!"
Charles’ eyes blazed with fury as he seized Sephera’s throat, trying to wrench her fangs from his neck—only to recoil in shock. Despite her slender fra, her strength dwarfed his own. His fingers strained uselessly against her unyielding flesh.
His heart hamred wildly, the frantic pulse only hastening the toxins’ spread through his veins.
"Sephera—release him!"
Hattie’s enraged shout ca from behind. In a blur, she closed the distance, her arms elongating unnaturally. Fingers thickened into ten grotesque, ink-green tentacles that coiled around Sephera’s limbs—and throat.
"Well--!"
A choked groan tore from Sephera’s throat, yet her jaw remained locked, pumping thick venom relentlessly into Charles’ carotid artery.
"You wretched—!"
Ruth arrived in a flash, her purple-red nails glinting like daggers. With a vicious thrust—
SHINK—!
—her nail pierced Sephera’s cheek, severing the tendons of her jaw. Ruth twisted her finger inside the witch’s mouth like a steel blade, carving a bloody circle. Teeth shattered. Crimson gushed.
"Woo..."
Charles finally wrenched free—but felt nothing. No pain. No wound. The borrowed vitality of False Life had been utterly consud.
His body turned leaden, muscles slack as if steeped in warm water. His thoughts blurred, drifting like drunken fog.
The venom... it’s taking .
Even wounded, even weakened by his Purification, Sephera’s sheer power remained. More than enough to deliver a lethal counterstrike to a toxin-helpless human.
No... this venom... too potent...
I must... purify it...
With Sephera pinned by Hattie, her Purification was assured. But the venom wouldn’t wait. Fighting fading consciousness, he raised a trembling finger and summoned the System. The Construction interface flickered to life.
Andny. Ekta. Sephera. Their rooms now stood empty—ready for new Constructions.
And now, the most urgent choice:
A clinic. One that could purge afflictions.
This... this will cleanse the venom... heal ...
Location? Anywhere. Here would do.
As if death itself hesitated, a final surge of strength returned to his numb limbs. He tapped the interface—twice.
BUZZ—
In another room, a gentle white light began to glow as construction remodeling comnced. anwhile here, the purified white light faded, marking the completion of Sephera’s Purification.
"Take ... to Andny’s... room—!" Charles’ tongue had gone rigid, completely numbed by the venom. Summoning his last ounce of strength to deliver this final command, his entire body stiffened before he collapsed into deep unconsciousness - alongside the now-Purified Sephera!
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