High above the ravaged expanse of Eclipse Island, the sky was still choked with smoke, poison haze, and the fading echoes of battle. Yet at the center of it all, suspended in midair like a condemned soul awaiting judgment, Emery held in a prison of holy light.
Golden chains bound his spirit. Rings of sanctified script revolved around him in slow, deliberate orbits. Each rotation tightened the pressure on his consciousness, grinding against his will.
Before him floated the Papal Cardinal, chalice raised in both hands, face stern and illuminated by divine radiance.
His voice rang out, amplified by faith and artifact alike.
"In the name of Aureon the First Light,
In the name of Seraphael the Shield,
In the name of Thamiel Who Judges,
Spirit of corruption, hear the law:
By the First Flame and the Last Dawn,
I break your claws from this mortal soul!"
