The ritual was proceeding smoothly.
Observing the ritual rooms on both sides akin to elevators, looping up and down like see-saws, wisps of grey essence were slowly drawn out and embedded like felt into the semi-transparent body of King Helkin of the Wild Hunt… Aleister realized that he had indeed found the right person.
Such a nonchalant handling of the Celestial Marshal's remnant soul…
Although it was not a full descending soul, but rather a soul remnant after death, it was still astonishing.
Matthias Grunewald was intently watching over both their souls—he wasn't holding a magic wand, instead, he directly raised his hands.
A dull yellow glow spread through the bones of his hands; the parts of the soul that were drawn out were perfectly reattached by him. One wouldn't even notice the loss of essence from this part.
Looking at King Helkin of the Wild Hunt being infused bit by bit with the remnant soul of the Grey Celestial Marshal, Aleister fell into deep thought.
