"I will start the merging..."
And so began the grotesque screams of Zier, reaching the far ends of the City of Refuge.
Ozul could've put up a shield with the Purity to block off the sound, but he didn't risk dividing his attention.
Those who recognized the voice could only wonder anxiously what made an Empyrean scream till his throat hurt.
The other five promptly reached the house, guarding them in case someone unkind decided to make an appearance. The process was evidently delicate and serious, judging from the screams of Zier, who had poisoned himself countless times.
Inside the house, the Purity gradually traced along all the spiritual veins, mixing with the walls drop by drop.
Each time the Purity was injected into the walls, a pain unlike anything before coursed through Zier's entire body, ending with something akin to needles pressing firmly against the back of his head.
Having mixed the Purity with the walls of the veins once, Ozul breathed a sigh.
