After the White Light Bullet left the chamber, it trailed a long tail and struck the Guman Princess once more.
Angel's eyes held nothing but the Guman Princess. He shut out all outside information, using his eyes to record every inch of change in her.
Whenever he gained an insight, Angel took out his notebook and swiftly recorded the relevant information.
The surroundings were very quiet. Aside from the scratch of Angel's pen, there were only the pained groans the Guman Princess made as she struggled.
One shot after another.
Whenever the Guman Princess's energy neared imbalance, Angel would fire another bullet into her.
Every bullet dispersed the chaotic negative energy within the Guman Princess. The black mist around her grew thinner and thinner. When the fourth shot struck, the Guman Princess had already become close to an ordinary soul. Her former state—half savage, half tranquil—had vanished. She stood quietly within the light barrier, wholly resembling a noble lady.
Only the occasional flicker of confusion and malice in her eyes made it clear that she had not completely returned to being a soul. One foot still stood within the Fallen Abyss.
At first, Frost had watched the changes Prelude of Reincarnation brought upon the Guman Princess with great interest. But after watching for a while, he had basically understood the function of the White Light Bullets. His interest in Prelude of Reincarnation waned slightly, while his attention turned instead to Angel.
This was the first time he had seen, in an apprentice, the same dazzling shadow of the alchemist he had once followed.
If he could continue preserving this original aspiration, perhaps he would travel very far down the path of alchemy in the future.
The only regret was that if such a seed of potential had received systematic alchemy