The withered "Fruit" fell from the bud, and Lyle swept them aside, finally quelling the malevolence in his heart. It seemed that even the souls of Liches had their limits; after absorbing a deluge of memories, they too would succumb to a mental stupor. The focus was no longer on them now, as Lyle looked up at the wilting creation; the Dream-making Flower had gathered enough information and was entering the next phase as programmed, it was in "the result."
Raymond's pedestal would become the fruit of the fusion of soul memories. The mental impulses collected from all members of the literature club would materialize as the material for Raymond's virtual replica, a mental clone that perfectly displayed a thousand killing methods of the Angel of Light. Lyle was still pondering if it was a waste to let such precious data become an NPC in the dream game.
