Chapter 839: 7. Today! Yes, Today
In the Mystery House, Artisan Mason, who was purifying those unlucky Lost Souls, circled the unique "fellow townsman" before him several times before asking Diakum, who stood beside him examining it with a frown, "Saint, what do you think?"
"I'm looking with my eyes rubbed."
The Vigilant sighed. "This soul's twisted state is truly... distinctive? Well, I've studied some Void magic, but I'm not particularly well-versed in mutations originating from the depths of a spirit body. That is the profound mystery of the soul path in the domain of death. I can only tell that he seems to have been infiltrated and twisted by some external power, which is why he became what he is now."
"Mm, though that's rather vague, you're broadly close to the truth."
Mason nodded. "This unlucky little fellow's soul was cut apart and then 'stitched' back together, but it wasn't stitched to the fragments of his own soul. Those bastards conducted some rather exaggerated 'symbiosis experiments' on him. This form reminds me of the Red of All Life I encountered before. Uh, it's complicated to explain. Just think of it as a specialized variation of Natural Force."
"I know what the Red of All Life is. I'm not as ignorant as you think, Artisan."
Diakum shook his head. "After recovering my former memories, I've also learned about things beyond Azeroth. So this poor creature had some kind of 'animalistic' trait implanted into his spirit body, correct?"
"Mm. This was clearly a fringe exploration of that peculiar 'spiritual radiance.' But I have to admit, those evil gods had some ideas. They realized they couldn't directly extract the spiritual radiance that only fellow townsmen possess, so they intended to take the crooked route of 'twist first, extract later.'"
Mason snorted. "The