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I saw that the Anti-Mold started to burn Miranda's hand, most likely holding a similar power to Holy Magic, which can purify and burn through Miasma or Chaos. I panicked, quickly telling Benladra to stop.
However…
"Hahah, that tickles!" Miranda laughed. "Don't worry! Calm down, I'm fine. It only barely gives me a feeling of burn. Benladra's controlling its intensity, right?"
"A bit!" Benladra said. "It doesn't hurt?"
"Nah, nothing to sweat over." Miranda shrugged.
"Seriously, do you have to scare us like this?" Benladann sighed. "Drake, it's fine…"
"O-Okay… I guess it's fine then." I felt slightly relieved, and at the same time rather angered at myself for losing my composure so quickly. "So this golden thing is the Anti-Mold?"
