As Tzu San Niang fires another eldritch beam of crackling light at you, you charge forward, ignoring the pain, and wrest the parasol from her grip. She fights back with all the fury of a cornered animal. Countless souls, all bound in torment to the Key, cry out at once. The woman lets out an ear-piercing scream as the red parasol is wrenched away from her. You step back, brandishing her own weapon.
"A hollow victory," she says haughtily. "I know you don't have the nerve to use my shade against me." She turns to walk away.