As Clayton stood frozen in fear, a gentle light suddenly enveloped Dingo's body. Snapping out of his daze, Clayton instinctively turned toward the source of the glow. There, he saw Gemma—the glass deer—chanting a spell, her body trembling with effort as she poured everything into saving Dingo.
A wave of mixed emotions washed over Clayton—worry, but also deep gratitude. He was genuinely moved to see his familiars not only cooperating but also showing true care for one another. His eyes locked onto Gemma, silently pleading that her efforts wouldn't be in vain.
Moments later, the shadow weirds began to seep out of Dingo's body.
Clayton's eyes widened. It wasn't just one or two—half a dozen of them had possessed Dingo all at once. Now he understood the terrible pain his familiar had endured.
Once expelled, the shadow weirds slinked away, visibly shaken by the purification light. But though cautious, they didn't retreat entirely. They remained still—watching, waiting.
