The very next morning, precisely at the tenth bell, Lady Divine returned. She didn't waste time with pleasantries. The room filled once more with shimmering golden runes as she set the formation, separating the vile threads of infernal energy that clung to Lenavira's body.
At the moment of separation, Max extended his hand, his Unholy Trinity Physique roaring to life as he devoured the poisonous mist into his own body without hesitation. The energy burned faintly in his veins before vanishing into nothing, swallowed whole by his strange constitution.
Lady Divine studied him each time with an unreadable look in her eyes, as if the boy before her was a puzzle even she couldn't solve.
This process repeated itself the following day. And then the day after.
