The Power of Time

In that situation of total despair, losing control of his own body, feeling as if something was taking possession of him, Vicente did the one thing he had sealed himself off from doing for years.

Shifting his energies to perform the last movements he could make before falling under the control of the owner of the previous voice, he scattered candles and salt in his surroundings, before cutting one of his fingers with his teeth, putting his blood into the mix.

"Hellish forces, help me rid this evil of the world!" His words echoed across the water, reaching the disappearing souls consumed by the light, but also the figure behind the phenomenon happening to Vicente.

That golden man, shrouded in light and an aura of absolute power, frowned as he changed his posture. Looking at the young man still in the underwater world, he saw a mist of darkness forming around the boy, sensing what was about to happen.