"PURIFICA!"
Ubey's eyes widened in shock. He tried to throw himself away, but it was too late. The cleansing magic moved quickly through his body. It hurt so much that he flailed around like a decapitated man. Then a pitch-black aura like Ker's came out of all the holes in his body and disappeared through the ceiling. As soon as Cyril's cleansing magic ended, he fell onto his back with a sore chest.
General Adelman sheathed his sword and crouched down beside Cyril's left side. "You did very well," General Adelman said. He smacked Cyril lightly on the shoulder.
"OUCH!!! IT HURTS!" cried Cyril.
General Adelman laughed. He should have been worried about what was happening to Cyril. Didn't he love Cyril? It wasn't anything romantic at all.
"Men learn from pain!" General Adelman nodded slightly.
"If I die, I will learn nothing!" Cyril replied very wisely.
