The vial of liquid in Emily's hand was a deep, crimson red. It seemed to glow with an inner light, and Jameson could feel a strange energy emanating from it.
"What is that?" Jameson asked, his eyes fixed on the vial.
"It's a sacred fluid," Emily said, her voice low and mysterious. "One that's been passed down through generations of mystics. It's said to have the power to repel even the most malevolent of entities."
Jameson's eyes widened in hope. Could this be their ticket out of this nightmare?
But as Emily raised the vial to throw it, Mrs. Jenkins' voice rang out, her eyes blazing with fury.
"You fools!" she spat. "You think a little sacred fluid can stop the Zha'zhi? I'll show you its true power!"
Mrs. Jenkins raised her hands, and the air around her began to distort. The Zha'zhi entity began to glow with an eerie, pulsing light.
"You see, the sacred fluid may repel the Zha'zhi," Mrs. Jenkins said, her voice dripping with malice, "but it will not stop the true master of the underworld."
As she spoke, the Zha'zhi entity began to take on a new form. Its body began to stretch and contort, until it resembled a twisted, nightmarish version of Mrs. Jenkins herself.
"The true master of the underworld," Mrs. Jenkins repeated, her eyes blazing with malevolent energy. "And soon, I will be the one to bring about the apocalypse."
Jameson, Sophia, and Emily were frozen in horror, unsure of what to do next.