She waved his hand in the air, ordering Valora's body to stop. He let out a heavy sigh and belittled Elizabeth. "What a shame, you aren't lucky at all. If you had guessed right and attacked me at once, you would have stood a chance." He grabbed Elizabeth's neck and initiated parasitism.
Elizabeth found herself ensnared in a swarm of spirit maggots. The maggots broke through her skin and devoured her from the inside. The presence of foreign entities within her caused her nerves to rapidly fire at once, causing excruciating pain. However, Elizabeth had one more trump card that could give her a fighting chance.
She used the last ounce of her strength to lunge forward and sink her teeth into Frank Harrow's neck. "W-what? Get off of me!"
This is bad! She's trying to use a mind attack to combat my parasitism. It's already too late to disengage parasitism, so I just need to overpower her. I won't allow an existence like this to go unwatched.
He tried to bury her spirituality with his own, but he suddenly noticed a disturbing existence deep within her Witch Factor. It was ancient, distorted, and held an indescribable madness. Whatever that "thing" was within Elizabeth gazed back, causing Harrow's spirituality to waver for but a moment. Although it was short, it was enough of a gap that allowed Elizabeth to regain control.
The parasites within Valora's doll body have withered away, rendering her unconscious, but not dead. Elizabeth, on the other hand, was nearing death's door.
After containing the parasites within her own body, she held onto the conference table to lift herself off the ground. She was just barely able to maintain control.
I'm out of talismans, items, and spirituality. The maggots will propagate and infect me if I don't stop it now. This will be risky, but it's the only way I'll survive.
Elizabeth took out her index and middle fingers and stabbed them directly through her temple. As long as she could use her spirituality to maintain her regeneration, she would avoid certain death. She dug through her brain with her fingers in an attempt to find the primary parasite known as "Frank Harrow".
She felt the worm crawling within her hippocampus and prompt ripped it out. She held the pulsating parasite and crushed it in her hands. Frank Harrow was now dead.
As she lay on the floor on the verge of death, she conjured a magic circle on the floor with her blood as a medium.
"Take us back…to the apartment."
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Upon waking up on the cold marble floor, Valora Tusec instinctively said, "Master! Where are you!" As her eyes frantically darted around the room, she found the young Elizabeth Abraham on the floor in a near-death state. She quickly inspected her body and checked her pulse.
"Her pulse...is completely gone. Her heart isn't beating!"
She turned her head to the side and checked her temple. At the spot of her injury, a dark, liquid substance spread across her temple. Upon touching it, a violent, malevolent, dominant, insane aura radiated from Elizabeth. She instinctively retracted her hand, sensing the immediate danger. The wound on Elizabeth's temple miraculously stitched itself back together.
"Valora..." Elizabeth said with a labored voice. "Look in my back pocket...there is a USB drive containing the information about the identity theft operation. It's only a fraction of the total Karma, but it will do. Plug it into my computer and I'll print out the information to Derrick. We'll keep the rest of the file for later."
Elizabeth had prepared a virtual machine with no network capability or standard operating system to test the dangers of the Karma file. The USB might charge the capacitor and feedback a voltage to the USB, damaging the computer.
"Make sure you are not spotted on the way to his location. It will be quite dangerous."
"Yes Master Elizabeth, let's take care of your wounds first."
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Derrick sat on his bed with an open book covering his eyes. Vague memories of his past life flashed before him like the frames of a film. He ate a plate of curry with his family for dinner. He spent hours playing video games with his older brother. He drew in his notebook during class. He lived the average life of an average teenage boy. Such a life was enough for him.
However, the warm and soothing memories quickly changed into violent nightmares. Beneath him were the bodies of Raul and Rokka, their bodies strewn across the ground in pieces. He tried to run away, but his legs were held down by the mysterious assailant. Trails of blood ran down his eyes.
"It wasn't my fault! You're the one who attacked me first. Let go and take some damn responsibility!" He shook his hands off and trudged through the black sludge beneath him.
He uttered a familiar phrase, "I'll make the right choice. I'm sure this is the right choice."
"Even if I'm guilty, I have no choice but to follow this path. No matter how long it takes. I'll see you all again. Please, just wait for me. I'm coming home."
Upon awakening from the nightmare, Derrick felt a rough object touching his face and blocking his view. It was an old book that he was reading before promptly falling asleep.
He took the book off of his face and rubbed his eyes.
"I keep waking up here. If only this were just a dream."
Before leaving for another day of investigations, he found a thin white letter in front of his door. Derrick picked up the strange letter and checked for any identification of the sender. On the back of the letter, there was a name written in cursive.
[Elizabeth Abraham]