At this moment, Tracy's face twisted in pain, her expression shifting rapidly between fear and anger.
Her aura fluctuated as well, alternating between gentle and furious—two entirely different energies.
"Who are you?" John finally realized what was happening.
He had encountered something like this before, back when the Undead Lord tried to take over his body.
However, this felt different. He could sense an aura that didn't belong to Tracy, but there was no indication of another soul being present.
Buzz!
Suddenly, Holy Light radiated from Tracy.
Her aura shifted entirely, becoming pure, haughty commanding—eerily.
It similar to that of a Two-Winged Angel, but much stronger.
"This little girl is truly weak," Tracy—or rather, the entity controlling her—spoke in a cold tone, moving her limbs as if testing the limits of her new body.
