''Holy is even more dangerous for monsters.'' Whisper the druidess. Using all four of her arms, she creates a spot comfortable enough for little Usha to crawl into. ''I don't want to lie to Shigeko.''

''Nor do I want you to. My dad likely told everything to my mom too, I think that if the wrong person knows Usha's unusual capabilities, she'll be fated to a harsh existence... So let's stay prudent.'' She doesn't deserve that. I know the entity in my dream was in unimaginable sadness.

''Okay.'' Sey inspires loudly. ''Okay.''

Leaning forward while putting Usha on her thighs, the angry slime calmed down when Seyraphal approached her face, likely hypnotized by the unusual colors of her red pupils and dark sclera. The flowing wind of a peaceful afternoon became the only noise in the room now. Perhaps Shigeko is taking a break outside?

Eventually, a small trickle of dark liquid came out of Seyraphal's pale lips and landed on top of Usha's tiny head, causing the little one to stiffen at the sensation. The tar-like substance visibly traveled inside Usha's body to be absorbed by her pink core.

''No way...'' Seyraphal whispered and proceeded to continue a long, careful transfer of Corruption. The druidess was extremely careful, taking no more than five seconds to let out some of her inner tar, waiting for a dozen more for a reaction; Usha would start whining after the tar disappeared inside.

This process continued for five minutes and stopped once Usha grew visibly drowsy. Like handling an artwork of porcelain, Seyraphal gently put Usha into the bowl she had previously slumbered in.
''Thanks, Sey.''
''Rey, this is-''

Something loud from outside interrupts her. An ominous, fleshy wet thwack leaves you both dumbfounded.

''Rey! Sey! Stay inside!" Shigeko's yell is almost a guttural howl.

You and Seyraphal nearly stumble over each other to look. Outside in the side yard of your home stands the blue Oni surrounded by a pack (around 8) of dogs that shouldn't be standing. Each one shows deadly wounds and visible patches of rotted meat all over their body, moving in complete silence. One jump with preternatural strength, and is immediately met by the woodcutting axe Shigeko is holding in her left hand, the sheer strength in the woman's body gouges the mutt in half, coating her in viscera and coagulated blood. The pack has already moved to nearly surround her without making noises, and she promptly uses the only opening to make distance, running out of view.

What, what - front door! You had left it open after your parents left to keep a good breeze inside and out of the second forest, another pack of silent canine corpses walked out of the thick trees, 6... 7...