Alex turned from the Origins, his eyes moving toward the spirit nearby that he could already sense. Even coming back in here, he could already tell the spirit was safe, so he hadn't gone to it immediately.
Now that he had checked his transcended Origin, he finally had the freedom to give his attention to the spirit. He moved toward it, finding the speck of white light that flew up in the air like a spark that would never go out.
Getting closer, he could feel the connection the spirit had to him.
"You're no longer Godslayer or Midnight," he said as his hands touched the spirit. It hummed with relief, like a child seeing the face of their parents after being alone for a while.
Alex narrowed his eyes. "Can you talk?" he asked. He wasn't sure just yet if the spirit was a full spirit or a nascent one.
The spirit answered, but only in the form of impressions. It couldn't even fully speak.
