The originally formless power transformed into a blood-red whip and lashed out. It caused no damage to the bed, blankets, or clothes, yet struck the strange soul within the body with perfect precision.
A scream of pain burst from Megan's mouth. She rolled over and lay facedown on the bed, making muffled whimpering sounds. Then Shade actually felt the badge on his chest heating up in cycles. In other words, Megan and Audrey were continuously switching back and forth.
"Are you all right?"
Worried that something might be wrong, Shade reached out to help Megan up. The moment he touched her arm, he discovered that her body had become scorching hot.
"Oh~"
Amid her moans, the lady whose entire body had taken on a pink flush instead grabbed Shade's hand. She struggled to turn her head toward him, allowing Shade to see her face drenched in cold sweat and her eyes, which seemed to be glowing.
Shade could not accurately describe what emotions those eyes held—excitement, pleasure, pain, struggle. It was simply too complicated:
"Again."
She said hoarsely, gripping Shade's hand with the force of a vise and refusing to let go. He could feel sweat pouring from Megan and Audrey's palms, while her entire body trembled.
"What?"
"I haven't felt something this real in so long—the feeling of my soul being touched. I truly felt my own soul. I felt soul and flesh fitting tightly together, spirit and elements circulating through each other. Again. Harder. Again."
"Is this really all right?"
Shade hurriedly asked "her," who had suggested this:
"No matter how I look at it, something seems wrong."
"She" spoke gently, even with a hint of amusement in her voice:
"This Thaumaturgy comes from the Messenger of Death. It is a secret art specifically used to restrain souls