"Hmm."
Pale light streamed through the internal conduits of the Beta Device, boosting the Beta Program's purification effect several times over in an instant.
It was like adding a catalyst to fuel. The purifying energy surging through General Felosiel's body immediately exceeded what she could endure. The stalwart ranger general convulsed in the restraint device like a poor soul being electrocuted. She gritted her teeth to keep herself from letting out a weak whimper, but as Murphy continued applying the purifying force, her body fell apart more and more—and her muddled consciousness grew clearer and clearer.
The mental suggestion and corruption Luna, that "demon child," had imposed on her were being rapidly stripped away.
Under Prince Iverios's pained gaze, the general, already in immense agony, instead screamed hoarsely:
"Harder!"
"Uh, that reaction is a little... Well, I know what you mean. My mind just went somewhere else. But please don't make such strange noises—my wife is right here."
Murphy quipped as he kept the Omega energy flowing at that power level.
His blunt, explosive provocation of Luna earlier had been intended to expose the "mark" the madwoman had planted in the ranger general's mind. And it had worked: Triss, that woman steeped in sin, really was a taboo subject for Luna, the cultist. Murphy had drawn Luna out, and she'd let her guard slip.
Now that he'd identified the target, carrying out a focused purification was no longer difficult.
After several minutes, Murphy withdrew the Omega Program, and the Beta restraint device returned to its normal operating power. General Felosiel had slumped inside it, leaning against the cabin wall like a lump of mud as she gasped for breath. Sweat covered her forehead and skin, and her eyes were unfocused.
But she soon recovered from her "collapse." The capable, sharp