>Then we better make this count. Let's give it the strongest Violet Lotus we can muster. We will not let this creature die here. We will make things right. We will save it.
>Having now the opportunity and the power to fully unleash your power upon the wounded youma, you twirl your scepter before you and, pointing it at the stricken creature, and call out "Violet Lotus: Realizations of the Wanderings!" The shaft of violet light that emerges from your scepter is larger and more intense than the previous times you have employed it, and you can sense that this is not just because of the intent behind its present usage. Your powers have grown stronger since you added Rin to your ranks, you are sure of that. But you'll have time analyze this later. Right now there's a living creature that needs your help, and you pour every ounce of will you can draw upon into your spell. To hell with damaged ribs, they're irrelevant now.
>Damaged or not, this youma's still much better made than the ones you've fought before, and its dark core doesn't give up easily. Stubbornly the dark core within the creature resists your light even as it suffuses the lifeform around it, and beads of sweat start to trickle down your forehead into your eyes. Lillian and White Rose look on, amazed at the energy you put forth. You hear Rin breathe something in Eire as she gazes at you. You're fairly certain she said 'beautiful'.
>Uncertain still if your power will be enough to get the job done, you recall the Orange lotus drawing power from the youma is still intact. Reaching out with your mind, you tap into that reservoir of power, channeling the power leeched from the youma itself into your Violet light, and the beam grows even more wide, even more intense.
>The youma's black seed is stubborn and well made, but the veil of darkness protecting it has simply taken too much damage to keep your Violet light off the core, especially reinforced with Orange energy. Brighter and brighter the core glows, and the youma howls one more time, yet the sound is muted and altered, the whinny of a horse as much as the bellow of the creature it had become. With one final push from you, your Violet light finally scrubs the dark seed away, dissipating it into composite molecules. The youma, like those before it, yells out, "The light takes me...!" as its body is subsumed in the brilliant glow of purification. The silhouette of the demonic centaur melts and shrinks, and when your light fades, a large dull white horse with a diamond shaped patch of discolored hair on its muzzle lies on the ground, unmoving and unconscious, but still very much alive.
>And then you promptly sink down to one knee, sweating and panting, momentarily drained.
