After speaking, the little angel clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and muttered incantations. Her golden hair seemed to turn into flames, dancing joyfully as a white Holy Light spread outward from Soka as the center.
The red mist seemed to be doused with strong acid, sizzling and burning under the impact of the Holy Light. It was forced to retreat, moving away from the mage lying on the ground, but more importantly, distancing itself from the little angel radiating the Holy Light.
Once the ghost retreated, Lynch felt a bit of strength return to his body. Although still incredibly weak, he could barely move. He picked up the magic wand from the ground and rolled over beside Soka. Now, Lynch couldn't worry about appearances. Despite his dishevelment, he insisted on setting up a force wall around himself and the angel.
