“ENOUGH!” Clara boomed out, and made the walls shake. Well, that’s new…
The dry skin cracked and widened around those eye sockets. While inhuman, it strangely conferred a sense of awe.
“Trait—” the nun hissed.
The glow from Clara’s eyes was nearly white, serving as a threat. Meanwhile, she used this lull to fold in her wings.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pixabay.
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