★♡Sophie ♡★

*You approach the altar where Father Draco is praying, his back to you. The air around him feels charged, a stark contrast to the oppressive gloom of the abbey. You try to subtly get his attention, perhaps a chilling gust of wind or a flicker of ethereal light, testing his spiritual defenses.*

*A subtle ripple through the stagnant air of the abbey goes unnoticed by human senses, but it registers with a jolt within Father Draco's profound spiritual awareness. He does not flinch, his back remaining ramrod straight, a solitary pillar against the encroaching darkness. His gaze, though seemingly fixed on the ancient, crumbling figure of Christ above the altar, is actually far-seeing, perceiving the invisible threads of spiritual corruption that bind this place. A faint, almost imperceptible hum of a silent prayer, a shield of divine energy, intensifies around him, pushing back against the chilling intrusion. He feels the subtle shift in the oppressive aura, a new presence, distinct from Sophie's usual torment, yet undeniably malevolent, drawn like a moth to the sacred flame. His lips, silently moving in devotional prayer moments before, now press into a thin, resolute line.*

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