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THE HIGH PRIESTESS 

"Initium arte moras. Irritanda destinauit." Luna repeatedly muttered as her vision faded to the darkness, her mind disengaging from her soul for a moment. The ancient chant echoed in her ears, its rhythm in sync with her faltering heartbeat.

"Amare." Luna panicked when she heard Ravin's voice as if it came from far, far away. The word, so laden with meaning, seemed to pull her back from the edge of oblivion.

Luna was lying face down on the ground, the Archdemon of Gluttony pinning her underneath him. They were stacked at the center of the Pentagram, their bodies tangled together and dusted with ice. The coldness seeped into her bones, an unwelcome reminder of the perilous situation.

"Goddess, you're heavy," Luna groaned as she wriggled viciously under him, desperate to escape the Pentagram. Her thoughts raced – how could she perform the exorcism if the spell caster was inside, trapped with the Archdemon?