Aquamarine…
The only safe enough place we could find to hole up in appeared to be a storage utility closet.
We mostly got rid of any heavy stuff taking up space before laying turnip’s body straight on the floor, with the light shining brightly over our heads I sucked in a deep breath and grabbed turnip by her shoulders while her head was placed against the Crown Prince stomach.
With my eyes shut closed I reached deep into her subconscious and immediately felt paralysed, the host occupying turnip’s body is active within her mind and it seems she’s been fighting off the effects of having a demon soul try to possess her body.
Honestly, if I were to describe what I’m seeing right now I’d say, there are two spherical rays of glowing lights consistently bumping into one another like a wr
