"Soka, can you still dispel the evil spirits?" Lynch stroked the angel's soft, fluffy golden hair, "This time, give it your all!"
"Hmph! We shall meet again!" The red mist heard the mage's words and quickly retreated. He caught sight of the Prophetic God Staff discarded nearby, crafted from Iron Wood. Though few in number, the immense energy inherent in the divine artifact was an excellent vessel for the red mist to possess. The transformed Finder laughed a few times and suddenly dove into the magic wand. The Prophetic God Staff floated in mid-air, delivering the red mist's final words to the mage: "The next time we meet, I won't be in this form anymore! You mages, prepare for your doom! Ha! Haha!"
The Prophetic God Staff swiftly flew away from the Black Crystal Tower, away from Ratris City, entering the complex passage world of the Underdark.
