"But the moment she inhaled…
All the spirits within a ten-kilometer radius were irresistibly drawn to her. It was as if a gaping chasm had opened in her mouth, pulling the souls in with an unstoppable force. Cries of pain echoed through the air as the ethereal bodies of the spirits disintegrated, merging with her.
The eagle, once stable in its flight, lost its balance under the enormous pressure emanating from Elisabeth. It plummeted heavily toward the ground, unable to resist this supernatural energy. Despite the fall, Elisabeth remained suspended in the air, floating with an ethereal grace. The lily on her forehead shone brightly, its petals shimmering with countless colors. Slowly, four of them were tinged with vivid shades: red, blue, brown, and pale green.
