Kael took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. The world still spun slightly around him, as if reality were wavering after the magical effort he had just performed. His hands trembled, not from fear, but from the residual tension left by the confrontation with the spirit of connection. He leaned on his knee, panting, and stood up with a muffled groan.
The spiritual amphora pulsed softly in his left hand, emitting a spectral glow. An unpleasant heat, like steam rising from a corrupted furnace, emanated from it—a constant reminder of what was inside. Still, Kael did not let go. He held it as if it were a sacred artifact.
"We still have work to do," he muttered, adjusting his tattered coat over his shoulders and wiping away some of the dried blood trickling from his eyebrow.
Klee rushed over to him, relieved to see him standing. "Are you okay? Because... it looks like your soul almost left your body. Twice."
