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But after only a few steps, Sigrid collapsed to her knees again. The sound of the forbidden chants forced their way into her mind through her ears.

Where was it coming from? Damn it! BEHIND HER!

Sigrid rolled, barely avoiding the treacherous sneak attack.

Crouched low in the grass, she spotted her emerging from the dark shroud of the pines—it was that wretched Drusilla.

She was the one filling the air with those curses that were driving Electra insane.

Sigrid stumbled forward, trying to summon her magic, but when she cast a spell, it failed.

It wasn’t that Drusilla was growing stronger—it was her.

Sigrid was struggling more and more to maintain control over the body she had stolen.

Drusilla held the Book of Risorgimento in her hands. She was reading that ancient spell from it, and Sigrid knew exactly what it was—she was trying to trap her inside Electra’s body.

That was why she was losing the battle.

And to make matters worse, Drusilla suddenly yanked on a chain she held in h