"Now, Irida, are you ready to be the sacrificial lamb—I mean, the sacrificial doe?" Odile asked calmly, but there was a hint of cruelty in her voice. "Let me remind you that you will never be yourself after this. As your body is technically not yours anymore, and your soul will burn in hell for eternity."
"I am ready, Your Grace! I will do everything for you!"
"Pfft—Hahaha! Of course, you're ready. You're nothing but a doll right now," Odile laughed cruelly. "But oh well, this place is no better than hell. All of you are already immortalized under the purple haze of the sky anyway."
Odile didn't want to waste time. She walked towards the altar, ready to stab Irida and offer her body and soul to the ultimate dark witch.
She raised her knife and lunged it towards the doe doctor.
However, right when the tip of the knife was about to touch her, there was a sudden invisible force that hit Odile's wrist, making her lose her grip on the knife and drop it.
