Chapter 213
Oliver's pulse quickened. He could feel the weight of the dark espera pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. The creature's dark espera tried to crush him, bearing down like a weight on his chest. He needed to weaken it, or else it would be difficult to get close. Each breath felt heavier, the air around him thickening with the creature's corruption. Dark espera was especially harmful to exorcists with pure, untainted espera.
He needed something more. Something potent enough to burn away this darkness. He raised his hand, black flames dancing at his fingertips.
[Holy Flames of Nightmare]
