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MYLA
I don’t need speeches or introductions. Moving souls is what I’m meant to do. I simply raise my arms and summon my igni. Instantly, millions of tiny lightning bolts appear in the air. The multitude of souls in Purgatory sense their time has come. The pressure of their anticipation becomes so strong, it’s like a physical weight against my skin.
With mental commands, I ask my igni to create a soul column. They all whirl into a pillar of light and movement.
The soul column expands. The top presses into the clouds. A burst of light appears overhead as my igni create a channel into Heaven. At the same time, other igni burrow into the ground. A flare of red light appears as my powers tear open a pit to Hell.
Right before me, a single figure appears, but this person has ever-shifting
