The process was faster than Richard had expected.
His soul had changed, and he could feel his thinking speed increase drastically.
The Codex and Arcane Art, which had once felt like a dead end when he tried to master them on his own, now became clear.
If before he felt as if they were tangled threads impossible to fix, now he could see the strands and their paths.
Slowly, he would surely be able to mend them.
Of course, he realized the existence of the Sacred Flame played a major role in speeding up this process.
Otherwise, he would have had to endure a much longer and more painful path.
Not long after, black smoke seeped out of his body.
Those evil souls had perished from exhaustion, dispersing from his body, leaving behind only the changes they had made.
Richard then looked at his ancestor, who gave him a gaze full of interest.
