Back at the black shores, Elishia finally regained the ability to speak. Once she did, she immediately let out a loud word of frustration.
"You bitch!"
The Prophet of Perfection didn't let herself be fazed, instead she remained amused as she stared in the distance.
Elishia stood up and quickly ran towards the water, footsteps left in her way became covered almost instantly.
"It's useless.." The Prophet of Perfection raised her voice, "Without my protection, you'd just be squirming as you find yourself lost in madness."
Elishia clicked her tongue, knowing that she was right. However, she still ran towards the waves.
With a sigh, the Prophet of Perfection shook her head. Then, after a second, she snapped her fingers—making a sound akin to a moth's wing flap.
Right away, Elishia reappeared beside the Prophet of Perfection.
Bewildered, she scanned her surroundings and confirmed where she was. After a moment, she faced the Prophet of Perfection and glared at her.
