Nia took a deep breath, steadying herself as she began casting her spells. Green vines erupted from the floor, weaving themselves around the cultist's body with a life of their own. The vines pulsed with a soft, green light, enveloping the cultist in a warm, healing glow. The man gasped as the light forced him back to consciousness, but then he doubled over, retching black ichor. The vines worked to purify his body, but their cleansing touch was not gentle.
Nia frowned, her brow furrowing in concentration. "The Outer's essence is so deeply embedded in him," she said quietly, "that if I purify it completely, it'll kill him."
Constantine watched with a mix of curiosity and unease. He leaned toward Jake, keeping his voice low. "How does Fae magic work, anyway? Looks different from anything I've seen."
