The living soul is not as dark as the ghost soul but is a chaotic grayish-blue color, with hints of white and red... disordered and messy, like glowing phosphorus powder in a pitch-black cave, misty and occasionally flashing with a moment of hallucinatory color.
To be honest, the scene is somewhat horrifying, watching the soul being extracted, like peeling the skin off a pangolin, or a turtle shedding its shell, exposing the most vulnerable part without any defense, even a slightly heavier breath from others seems like it could blow it away.
Purple Summers didn't speak to disturb Cherry, she watched for a while, withdrew her gaze, and focused on observing the state of the twins.
Separating the confused souls is not an easy task.
Like two eggs placed side by side, with one egg's contents leaking into the other.
The egg whites mixed together, the yolks mixed together, wanting to completely separate them requires not only a very long time but also extreme caution.
