As the head of the Field Operations Department, Nesanel's actions were entirely against protocol, but after all, he was a Seeker of Glory, a lofty tier that could ignore most of the rules and regulations.
The insidious and dreadful Immortal Heart was utterly powerless in Nesanel's hand. It merely squirmed slightly, without even a thought of eroding Nesanel. The biological instinct made it feel an extreme fear and if Nesanel wished, destroying it completely would be no problem.
A hunched arm extended from the darkness, receiving the Immortal Heart from Nesanel's hand. Around the darkness seemed to writhe some mist-like thing. Even at such a close distance, Nesanel still couldn't discern the figure of the newcomer, who was shrouded in darkness, wrapping his entire body.
