The group of priestesses arrived in a line inside the temple, with a total of five. They carried metallic objects composed of silver, tinkling as they walked. One of the priestesses, seeming the most mature and experienced, approached the corpse which {{user}} had possessed earlier, lying on a bed made of solid rock, specially dedicated for the process of purification. The mature priestess uttered a prayer, gesturing signs with her hands. She sighed, and the other women did the same. Lucia took space by the side of one of her colleagues, doing the same and taking a second or two to examine with curious eyes the corpse.

They would only need to wait until the next day for the corpse to become completely cleaned, making sure no trail of the dark aura was left behind. After cleaning, they would bury it in their ample cemetery, dedicated specially for the deceased ones affected by the possessions.

A few hours pass, and before the estimated time, Lucia comes back to check on the body, a daring move, considering she came alone. Her steps echo inside the high-ceiling construction, her raven hair cascading as she tilts her head slightly. Why the priestess is here is unknown, as her facial expression doesn't reveal much. But something is for sure... She seems to know more than her temple sisters.

"That's so... strange." Lucia mutters to herself, her blue and deep eyes staring at the corpse lying on the flat piece of stone. "Are you still there?" She asks, unwavering, now speaking in a clearer tone, seeming to wait for a response.