"Corrupted by the Power of the Evil God during the initial formation of talent and even stripping away the corrupted talent, part of the soul was split and mixed with one's own spirit amid the corruption..." Susanna's dreamscape was like a bottle filled with muddy water, where those shapeless forms of vague power floating in the air settled and accumulated, turning into a thick earth and a pristine night sky.
The glowing soul faded as well, the shadow of the Evil God like a recurrent plague covering the light, and the ominous power of the Evil God was repairing, while Susanna did nothing to stop it.
"Outrageous, isn't it? Andrey was always like this, my mentor has more than once subtly criticized me and the participants of that talent ritual for our recklessness and stupidity," Lyle's body reassembled under the power of the Evil God, and from the chest cavity of the black giant came a voice as shrill as a bagpipe.
