The water temperature plummeted, and water crystalised over the surface. Clara had the distinct impression that this spirit sought to entomb her in ice. Instead of a focused bolt of energy, Clara tapped into her darkest thoughts, the ones that most kept buried deep within their subconscious.
She loathed channelling such emotions through Ethereal. The act of doing so made her feel as though a part of her had died, or that someone had walked across her grave. When her eyes opened again, she was faced by the spectral view of this vengeful spirit. A nun, with empty sockets where her eyes should have been, and blueish flesh stretched taut over the skull and bone.
Clara sensed the shock as the tables were turned. She exploited that lapse in concentration, using her legs to launch the nun through the wall. I bet she wasn’t expecting me to fight back.
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