Protective charm?

She reached for Doris’ throat with both
hands. Her nails shone like razors. In the middle of the wilderness, with no
one to protect her, hemmed in by the darkness, the girl remained in her stupor,
oblivious to the very real danger she was in. That was the moment.

A weird sensation shot through every inch of Larmica’s body. All her
nerves were being pulled out and burned off, each and every cell was
decaying with incredible speed. Black ichor squirted out through holes in
her melting flesh, and she felt her intestines twist with the urge to vomit, as
if the entire contents of her stomach had started to flow in reverse. That’s
what the sensation felt like.

It was almost as if the night that had just begun had suddenly become
midday. A familiar scent struck Larmica’s nose.
She had no idea how long it had been there, but a tiny speck of light
burned in the darkness to her back. Apparently someone had heard
Larmica’s anguished cries, and there was the sound of cautious footsteps
coming closer through the grass. In its hand, the figure held Time-Bewitching Incense.

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