Ethan chuckled softly. He raised both hands and placed his fingertips against the foreheads of Kara and her disciple.
"Quiet."
The word fell lightly, yet it carried an invisible authority.
A low, ancient cadence echoed in the room as Ethan silently recited the Sacred Words. The sound did not travel through air—it resonated directly within the soul.
Golden radiance bloomed.
The light was gentle rather than blinding, solemn rather than tyrannical. It flowed like warm water, wrapping around Kara and Morwen, seeping into their meridians, sinking into their consciousness seas.
The chaos in their eyes ebbed.
The violent heat raging through their bodies receded like a tide withdrawing from shore. Boiling blood cooled, restless desire dissolved, and the oppressive haze shrouding their spirits was peeled away layer by layer.
No matter how vicious the aphrodisiac, it could not withstand the purifying cadence of the Great Mercy Requiem technique.
"Holographic Eyes, open."
