Suddenly, Yemima grotesquely distorted, writhing in extreme agony as if suffering endless torment. Her earlier laughter turned into hysterical screams.

Witnessing this, James extended his hand, channeling a continuous stream of dense and holy path source into the light orb. The orb buzzed sharply, lifted into the air, and began spinning rapidly counterclockwise.

Inside, Yemima’s face rapidly shifted between her own, a fox’s, and an unfamiliar woman’s, growing increasingly vicious and cruel.

“She’s absorbing your path source,” Thea exclaimed in shock. “What’s happening?”

James realized this too and tried to retract his hand, but an unseen force held it in place.

Seeing this, Thea immediately sent two streams of sacred Hongrome Aura into the light orb. With a loud explosion, the orb containing Yemima was blasted away. At that moment, James quickly withdrew his hand, only to find a dark swastika symbol marked on his palm.

“Are you okay?” Thea asked with concern.

James stared at the