Chapter 258: Might of the Sun
A thunderous beam of solar radiance erupted from her fingertip. A column of pure, molten sunlight crashed into the corridor as if it were the fist of Ra himself. The Handmaidens’ bodies contorted as their resistances flared... And shattered.
Sparks flew. Screams echoed.
Their porcelain masks shattered.
Their crimson gowns caught fire.
Each cursed woman flailed with excruciating pain as they began melting away in place. This display made them seem as if they were wax figures beneath a god’s magnifying glass. The magic didn’t merely burn: it ate away at the specific type of regeneration undead monstrosities used, devouring their essence before they could siphon from the mirrors.
Diaz narrowed his eyes while scanning the glow. "Anti-undead-healing. That’s a rare property for a spell to have... Not many classes specialize in countering them..." he muttered. "Her magic’s eating their life faster than they can recover."
As if to confirm it, Bastet tossed her silky smooth black hair back and let out a delighted laugh.
"Naturally! I’m the bane of all undead! My sun has no mercy! Ahahaha!"
Leon stared with disbelief at what their eyes were showing them. Sasha outright gawked.
Even Jack paused mid-mocking comment with his mouth hanging open.
Gone was the submissive kitten panting for Kaiden to ravage her senseless back in their home. Before them stood a goddess of wrath, bathing the corridor in blistering radiance while her eyes shone with unfiltered joy.
Back in bed, she was Master’s little tanned kitten.