In the Messier Demiplane, Velin stood atop the giant beast's head, Anansi's Sword in hand. With a light exertion of force, he sliced open its tough skin.
Foul-smelling blood slowly flowed from the wound, giving off a nauseating stench.
Before long, the wound healed on its own.
"Could you tell where it came from?"
Watching Kyle fly over, Velin put away Anansi's Sword and asked.
Standing beside Velin, Kyle replied, "According to my research, this giant beast should be a product of the late magical civilization of the Metagea Plane. After the Beast God fled deep into the Astral Realm, the plane fell into turmoil, lifting its suppression of these ancient weapons and allowing them to awaken from their slumber."
Velin clasped his hands behind his back and stared at the giant beast's eye. "Can this giant beast be used by us?"
Kyle said nothing. He merely raised his left hand and tore a fragment from the giant beast's massive soul.
The moment the soul fragment left the giant beast's body, nauseating whispers echoed through the surroundings.
Looking down, they saw that the soul fragment had turned into the evil of the world. Countless souls struggled to break free, only to be dragged back by innumerable tentacles.
"Master, what do you think this resembles?"
"It is somewhat like a stitched corpse monster created by a necromancer, except this is the soul version." Unable to bear having his eyes polluted any longer, Velin raised his right hand and smashed the mass of filth apart with a punch.
Seeing this, Kyle raised a wisp of holy flame at his fingertips.
In an instant, the holy flame rapidly expanded into a massive net, gathering hundreds of pieces of filth within it.
Watching the souls wail in the holy flame, Kyle said indifferently, "Master,