Adela knew she had no time left. She shut her eyes and began chanting, her voice steady despite the chaos around her.
Camilla laughed.... loud, twisted. It was clear now. She was no longer herself.
Adela clenched her fists. She had to stop this before Anesthesia took full control.
She understood the risk. Anesthesia couldn't fully possess Camilla unless the body accepted her. If the balance broke, both of them could die.
"MY POWER WILL SAVE YOU!" Adela shouted.
A red circle formed around Camilla, threads of energy spinning and tightening like chains.
Camilla looked around, her expression shifting.
Anesthesia smirked. "Impressive, Adela… you've gotten better."
She reached out and touched the red thread—
A sharp jolt struck her.
Her fingers snapped back as the energy burned through her. For a second, her body stiffened—then she laughed again.
"A simple spell won't stop me, dear."
