What Tawell did was always a little crazy. Like every Imperial scientist, she was used to pushing any potentially useful but absolutely unsafe plan to the forefront. This Glasses Older Sister's creed in life was:
Screw it, try it first!
The only thing worth being grateful for was that she at least still possessed a scientist's basic bottom line: the theories she put forward generally weren't fatal. At most, they came with a few minor aftereffects—like this Fallen Apostle I had just "treated."
Following Tawell's mathematical model, I adjusted my Void power as best I could, reducing its corrosiveness and destructive force to the minimum before using it to shake the prisoner's soul and force the Abyss power infecting him into an inactive state. Honestly, based on my intuition, I thought the experiment had succeeded. After my fist struck him and released the Void power at the same time, I distinctly felt as though I had smashed something in his spiritual world. The disgusting sensation fed back from those things was undoubtedly the Abyss. Though I still couldn't grasp exactly what had happened in that instant, Tawell's mathematical model was clearly correct. It was just that this rushed treatment apparently couldn't compare to the subtle, gradual changes Viska and the others had undergone.
"How do you feel now?"
I glanced at the Fallen Apostle suspended in midair, still bound by chains. His eyes had become completely clear, though I had no idea which side his soul belonged to now.
"Very awake, but who knows what I'll turn into in a while." He grinned at me. "Your Majesty, according to what you said earlier, you've already uncovered the secret of that wreckage and even know about one of the Fallen Apostles' major plans—which even I didn't know about. Looking at it