Chapter 117 - Tradition?
The brainwashing worms left the girls. From now on, Oculus could no longer influence them or blackmail them. But first, I had to deal with their eyes.
I fetched leftover game food from my inventory and shoved it into their mouths. The girls accepted reluctantly. As they ate, their eyes regenerated anew.
The priestesses rubbed at them, wincing from lingering pain, but they mostly recovered.
Done with the girls, I walked toward the captured goblin shaman. With a casual hack, its head disconnected from its neck.
One beacon appeared. As expected, a lesser elite mob yielded lesser reward. Inside was a medium‑sized sword token, permanently increasing five points of attack. I grabbed it and used it immediately.
Turning back, I saw Stalk still dazed from the cleansing.
"How was it?" I asked.
"Horrible, Your Holiness. My mind is clear, but to think so many parasites lived inside me…"
"They're lurking inside the others too."
