His feathered wings slowly absorbed the world energy, carefully splitting its six components from Mogar's will and converting the elements into their volatile Cursed counterpart.
Each Cursed Element travelled on a different path, but they all converged into Lith's lungs and heart. There, a spark of his life force coated them with an insulating layer which allowed the Cursed Elements to mix without consuming one another.
The Dread Flames manifested as a small spark that quickly grew in size and power. With each breath, Lith fanned the silvery fire while also compressing it and keeping it contained inside his lungs.
'Even if I cleanse a fraction of the Trawn Woods, it's still a large area. I'm going to need lots of Dread Flames and exert surgical control at that.' He thought, as the silvery fire he had accumulated struggled to break free from his control already.
