"Explain." Canthusa rested his chin on his pincers.
"There's no doubt the Horseman of Night is incompetent, and the Vurdalak isn't worth calling a Divine Beast, but look at this." Pelhost conjured a hologram of one of the prisoner's life force, and zoomed in on the empty spaces where mana organs were supposed to be.
"What am I supposed to look at?" The Great Patriarch asked.
"A life force is a very complex, delicate thing." Pelhost said. "Imagine it like a tapestry made of precious threads of different sizes and materials. Unravel it a bit, and if you don't weave all those threads into a new pattern, you get a mess.
"With Body Sculpting, one mistake and the Lesser Ishara dies instead of becoming a full-blooded Divine Beast. Night, instead, recognized how lacking her skills were and found a way around it.
