The possessed A Rank rose slowly.
It wasn't graceful, but through sheer, stubborn force.
Her body trembled as she pushed herself upright, muscles twitching erratically while blood continued to stream from her orifices. The red aura surrounding her flickered unevenly now, unstable, like a flame on the verge of being extinguished.
Even so, she stood up tall one last time.
"This fucking host…" the voice groaned, layered and distorted, carrying both irritation and something darker beneath it.
Her hands lifted in front of her, and then energy began to gather violently.
A swirling mass of deep crimson energy coiled into her palms, twisting and compressing as if it had a will of its own. The air around it warped visibly, bending under the pressure as a suffocating aura spread outward.
Ethan felt it immediately, a chill running down his spine.
