A massive pillar of pale golden light, composed purely of purification energy, shot into the sky. Like the first ray of dawn, it ruthlessly shattered the dense red mist's blockade, violently forcing it back.
SIZZLE! SIZZLE! SIZZLE!
Like cold water thrown into a pot of boiling oil, a deafening, corrosive sound filled the air.
The once-rampaging red mist began to twist violently, evaporating and retreating.
Josie Quinn could almost hear the sharp, agonized screams of countless twisted souls emanating from within the mist.
Sheltered by Cole's black fog, Josie Quinn couldn't help but poke at the docile, harmless mist flowing around her. "Cole, open a sliver for me. I want to see what's happening outside."
At her words, Cole indeed opened a thin crack in front of her, small enough to let her see the battle without exposing her to danger.
