Roland extended his left hand toward Gelite, rainbow light flowing from his splayed fingers. Colorful fireflies clashed with the bright red orb, causing ripples to spread through the darkness. The rainbow light extended into the orb like fungal threads, entangling the sphere at its center.
("Erosion of residual thoughts?! Impossible, a bunch of dead folks...!!")
Gelite let out a hoarse roar, which sounded incredibly distant to Roland's ears.
His right hand was tightly coiled by a serpent.
The flickering snake tongue turned into flames that scorched his marrow, its venom seeping into his nerves, corroding his flesh. It was more than just sensory impressions; Roland truly felt something irreplaceable being devoured by the serpent.
("You who wield false miracles are even worse than this creature.")
The venomous snake taunted.
Stealing miracles, masquerading as a hero—a counterfeit indeed, much more despicable than an empty puppet.
