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As the banshee's ear-piercing screams broke through the air, Tristan's grip on her loosened, and she seized the opportunity to wriggle free. 

She reached for more bottles of holy water she had apparently stuffed under her center table and doused the now-distracted DuSang siblings with it. 

The liquid splashed across their skin like a thousand burning needles, making Adele and Tristan shriek in agony.

Adele's pupils dilated as she stumbled backward, her skin sizzling like bacon on a hot skillet. She could smell the acrid stench of burning flesh and hear the sickening crackle of her own skin as it blistered and charred.

Argh, she'd kill this banshee!

"I'll kill you, I swear!" She screamed in agony.

Tristan, too, was reeling from the pain, his eyes watering from the holy water's potent sting. But he refused to back down, his jaw was clenched and he was ready to fight back, but the pain was unbearable.