She didn't unleash a visible wave of shadows as she had with the Void-pearl.
Instead, she channeled a thread of dense dark mana directly through her fingertips, up the gold chain, and straight into the brocade fabric of Drusilla's dress.
The dark mana had acted like a metaphysical vacuum cleaner.
The three parasitic gremlins hadn't even had time to squeak.
The overwhelming power of Seraphina's core had instantly absorbed them, crushing their negative energy into nothingness, purifying the heiress's spiritual aura in a fraction of a second.
The snapping of the gold chain and the crushing of the ruby had just been the physical cover story.
A spectacular, dramatic distraction to hide an exorcism.
'I crushed a rock, saved a life, and got praised by a warlord for being a brat,' Seraphina mentally checked off her accomplishments, feeling profoundly satisfied with her own multitasking abilities. 'I am basically a tactical genius. Sir Lucas would be so proud.'
