Am I Auroro? Don't You Remember Me?

Endless light poured into the Dementor's forehead. Its entire body seemed frozen in place, unable to struggle any longer, only letting out faint, rustling tremors.

"I know, this is probably going to hurt a little."

Anton's voice drifted softly.

"Have you not felt pain in a very long time? Right? It feels novel, doesn't it?"

"This is mainly the power of the Displacement Soul Curse. I'm using it as a Soul Scalpel. Its nature lets me slowly peel you away from the robe."

"A very delicate separation, like skinning a sheep. I know. I've experienced what it feels like to become a sheep and be skinned."

"I need this skin. Oh, this robe that fits living beings so perfectly."

Within the dim Stone Pillar Chamber, Anton gazed tenderly at the Dementor as he rambled on. The light from his wand rose and fell like the tides, rhythmically striking the Dementor's forehead.

"Of course, this pain is good for you too..."

"It will awaken the instincts you had as a living being and help you return to your original form."

"If I were to put it more deeply, you are now filled with extreme emotions. They are simply too vast, after all, they came from the mingling and interweaving of the river of humanity's collective negative emotion and the negative emotions born from your own torment. They are linked together."

"These powerful emotions, in turn, suppress everything about you—your memories, will, emotions, traces of time, and so on. The only thing left is a tiny bit of your true self, which has produced a little thought with this robe. That is what keeps your extreme emotions existing."

"Such a life is terribly pitiful."

"It is no different from those Wrathful Spirits or madmen completely corrupted by Dark Magic."

"..."

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