Cindy vs Zariel Final

"What what did you do?" he gasped, clutching at the bolt embedded in his shoulder, his body convulsing in protest. Each bolt, a masterpiece of anti-possession engineering from the depths of the Blacksmith Guild, was crafted from a rare, earth-mined metal. Nithroel's own divine energy pulsed within them, the intricate runes etched by Wulfric himself gleaming faintly. The Dark Army, since Skyhall's fall, had amassed a chilling arsenal – ancient texts of forbidden knowledge and powerful forges humming with so many resources one could only dream of. These bolts were more than weapons; they were keys, specifically designed to unlock a possessed body.

Zariel's arrogance had been his downfall. He'd dismissed Cindy as just another mortal—weak, vulnerable, ripe for manipulation. He was, quite demonstrably, wrong.