Kapa reached out and made a grasping motion. The pulsing, bright-red object floated up and settled into his palm. He pressed it against the right side of his chest, and it slowly passed through his clothes and sank inside.
The mutated tissue inside his chest enveloped the heart and rapidly connected it to the rest of his body.
Feeling the heart beat, he drew a deep breath, and his whole body gave a slight shudder. As this second heart became active, it instantly established a connection with the Other Side World, continuously channeling energy from there into his body.
At the same time, the mutated tissue in his body grew rapidly, replenishing everything he had lost.
He closed his eyes and slowly spread his arms, the corners of his mouth lifting in an expression of intoxicated pleasure.
On his way here, he had seen other things in the museum that could help him, but he had dismissed them with contempt. He only took what belonged to him, what belonged to his family.
Although this heart of the same origin was inferior to his own and transferred energy much more slowly, it was enough for now. After just two or three breaths, all the mutated tissue throughout his body had been replenished.
His eyes were now deeper and brighter than before. His long, curly hair hung down behind his heels, and his already handsome face had gained an uncanny allure.
The moment he fully recovered, his other self, trapped inside the ritual, stopped moving. The color of his body slowly faded until he seemed to have become a gray-white statue, standing utterly motionless.
Alura's ritual field domain encompassed every individual within it, and the Old Emperor was a particular focus of her attention. She immediately issued a warning:
"Target Number Two's