Deep inside the cave, Ian leaned against the cold rock wall and slowly sat down.
The battle with Murphy had nearly drained him of all his Power.
The stinging pain from his depleted Sea of Spirit was harder to bear than his physical wounds.
He took a moment to compose himself, had Gaga stand guard, and then closed his eyes to focus, sinking his consciousness into his mind.
The wisp of gray light that had entered between his eyebrows when the altar collapsed was now quietly floating next to his panel.
[Detecting related Rule information... Integrating...]
On the pale blue Light Curtain, streams of data scrolled like a waterfall.
The [Abyssal Soul Contract], originally marked as [Severely Damaged], now had faintly glowing characters, and lines of analyzed text had appeared below it.
Ian held his breath and focused, carefully "reading" it.
The information was fragmented, but when pieced together, it outlined a truth that made his heart race.
