Evalynn thought she was aware of Michael's potential and power level, but she was sorely mistaken.
The extraction tendrils engulfing the Curse had been different before. They were stronger than they used to be. They were more than they used to be.
'It felt just like when I use the mist.' She thought.
The ominous mist was part of her being, yet it wasn't. Not exactly, at least. It was not only her power. The extraction tendrils at the end of the battle were just like that.
"You exorcised the – without killing…how?!"
Michael thought he was mistaken because he couldn't hear his mother's words. She was slurring and seemed to have a hard time speaking, and a bad headache crept up the back of her head.
