The altar cracked like a spider web, and the seven mages' incantations stopped abruptly. Their bodies were twisted and torn in the holy light, like paper figures torn to pieces by invisible giant hands. The blood mist exploded, staining the stained windows of the temple's dome red. Before he died, an old priest opened his eyes wide and pointed at Arya tremblingly: "The devil... She is... The daughter of the devil..."
"Daughter of the Devil!" The screams of the believers swept through the entire tower like a tide.
