After the ritual, the priest's body seemed to dissolve into a bright, warm light, leaving only an empty helmet on the hard surface.
-- Was he twitching? -- Tsukiko asked again, not looking at the priest. Perhaps she was young and a little naive, but she perfectly understood what would happen to him. She didn't want to witness such an inglorious death.
However, she didn't have any particular ideas about what happened next. Maybe those "convulsions"? Well, in any case, even without that, everything was already too terrible.