You are done with the chant.
You roll your eyes while rubbing halo and sing out 'Sanctum circum'
The environment blurs with intense silvery light as IMMORTAL presence of Las
fills your soul. Air thunders around you as immeasurable amount of energy is
drawn in you, lifting your body high in the air. At the peak of your might you
yell in celestial trance 'MY LIFE FOR LAS!'
Surges of holy force coil around your Cross of Winds forming a sparkling bolt
of divine energy. You twist your wrist and bolt hurls through the air
detonating on Grey dead pigeon.
A large hole replaces Grey dead pigeon's face.
Grey dead pigeon is DEAD, R.I.P.
Angel whispers in your ear, 'Death, blood, power... a nun craves not these
things.'