It was not divine power that was harbored by the woman who called herself Asmodea.
Rather, it was a force unknown to Siegren. It wasn't the same as the power conjured by sorcerers or clerics, nor was it a power that was cast by warlocks and necromancers. It was a distinctive force characterized by an overwhelming purity.
The magic circle underneath her then glowed brighter, sending a powerful breeze inside the train. The sapphire on Asmodea's staff illumed with robust energy, and soon the concentrated power was pivoted by the wind which swirled the blue light, making Asmodea's silvery hair flutter in the adrift.
Blue light circled Asmodea. As her blue eyes opened, her lips mouthed a chant.
"Emunda peccatorem."
