Cyrus parked the Lamborghini two blocks away, concealed behind a rusted shipping container.
The hospital loomed ahead, its shadow stretching across cracked asphalt like reaching fingers.
Before they approached, Cyrus stepped forward and released his dragon aura—not the explosive fury from Mochi's shop, but something far more controlled.
Crimson energy rippled outward in waves, invisible to human eyes but devastating to spiritual defenses.
The residual spirits haunting St. Mariel's scattered like leaves before a hurricane.
Ghostly shapes fled through walls and windows, their anguished moans fading to terrified whispers.
"Coast is clear," Cyrus murmured, the crimson glow fading from his gaze.
"Show-off," Mochi chirped, completely unfazed by the display of raw power.
He pulled glowing charms from his tactical vest, tossing them ahead like party favors.
