The apparition reappeared, from the outer edge of the room and charged. Clara changed tactics, the glow from her eyes became powerful enough to illuminate every nook and cranny of this space. Fully charged, she sent everything she had through her fingertip.
It was nothing more than a hunch, but she had nothing to lose. When the blue bolt came into contact with the green spectre, the room lit up in a shower of sparks. It may not have been a fatal shot, the nun was left humbled.
“Traitor!” the nun hissed.
The spectre’s eyes darted from point to point as though searching for something to leverage to her advantage. She’s not going to play nice.
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