[Celestial Academy — Administrative Wing Corridor — 12:08 PM]
Emily stood five meters from the Harvester.
Its completely crimson eyes stared at her.
Emily's Purifying Light was off.
No active signature. An irrelevant variable.
The Harvester turned toward Grim's constructed creature — still standing, still sustained by F1's channel, still the most urgent target available now that the first creature had fallen.
Emily took a step toward him.
"In Ishi," she said.
The Harvester didn't respond.
"The night after the fight against the thermal temple guards." Emily.
"You had taken too much damage. The corruption had risen during the fight, and I was calibrating Targeted Purification to bring it down."
The Harvester was still.
Not looking at her. Not ignoring her.
Still.
"You fell asleep in the middle of the session." Emily.
"Your head was resting on my left shoulder, and I couldn't finish the calibration without moving you, but I didn't want to move you." A pause.
