Emery found himself in his soul form, floating weightlessly, disembodied and detached from his physical self.
The figure of Soltz began to change. The grand magus's form began to age rapidly as he reverted to his true form.
Soltz, helpless now, could no longer resist. His body quivered under the control of the four experts standing above him.
"I'm sorry, old man… we failed…" Emery muttered to himself. His words were not directed at anyone in particular but rather at the situation that had unfolded.
The Moon Guardian seemed to understand Emery's thoughts. "Don't worry," she said softly, her voice reassuring. "We won't hurt him."
She paused for a moment before the quiet melody of her tune played once again in the air, weaving a gentle rhythm, before she added, "That thing, however, has to stay."
