As Seth's mind brought itself back together, focusing on this singular task and this alone, the amount of hands nearly doubled. Which was impressive, considering there were already hundreds there hard at work.
Countless threads wove themselves into the blanket surrounding his soul, giving the weave more space and mass to manifest these hands.
However with the increase in productivity, also came the increase in energy drain. Double the hands meant double the concentration and double the amount of spiritual energy he was having to expend to convert the wisps into his own essence.
Thankfully, it also meant half the time.
This was the final sprint, he could feel it and Angel's warning only served to confirm those feelings. So even as his body slumped in his chair, unable to gather the energy to support itself in a proper meditative position, Seth still continued his work in his Soul Abyss.
