Cleansing the corruption

On a phantom Sea.

The damp seawater soaked his feet, lapping gently with the sound of the waves. Luther reached out and picked up a wooden box sealed by the Wall of Spirituality, something he had just offered here through Sacrificial Ritual.

The seal was broken, the box was opened, and inside was a semi-transparent Spirit Body.

The Spirit Body was dressed elegantly, its thick hair was completely white, its temperament was gentle and gentlemanly, and its eyes were blue, as if they contained a lot of Wisdom and knowledge. However, from Luther's perspective, he could see that there were many hidden Filth lurking deep within the Spirit Body, like stubborn spots attached to the Spirit Body.

Indeed, inside this box is Hvin Rambis, a member of the Psychological Alchemists' Council and the person in charge of the Backlund District, known as "Pride."

"It's you... Blood Bishop!"

Hvin's Spirit Body, having been separated for a long time, had become confused and lacked vitality, but upon seeing Luther's face, he still instinctively showed fear, indicating that he, as a member of the Council, also knew Luther.

There is indeed pollution...

Luther carefully examined the Concealment black spots within Hvin Rambis's Spirit Body, sensing the pure Corrosion contained within them. He couldn't help but frown; it seemed that merely looking at those Filth made a vast and terrifying Astral World appear before his eyes, causing discomfort to his head.

However, under the influence of its own dominant Tide, the pollutants obediently retreated, not daring to show themselves.

These stains are deeply intertwined with Hvin Rambis, affecting his spirit and making it difficult for him to escape.

Let me see, let me try to remove it... Luther raised his hand, and an invisible force influenced the space above the sea. The heavily corroded Bronze Cross flew over and landed in his palm.

He grasped the Cross and pressed his fingers into the thorns on its surface.

"Brush!"

The rust on the surface of the Bronze Cross immediately peeled away, revealing beams of pure, clear light emanating from it. The warm golden light diffused into the wooden box.

"Aaaaaah!"

Hvin Rambis immediately let out a shrill scream, his body enveloped in blue smoke, his inner Spirituality churning. The light, gentle yet unyielding, tore him apart, trying to evaporate his soul and strip away his Beyonder Characteristic.

No... at this rate, before the pollution can be eliminated, the Spirit Body collapse...

Luther raised his finger and put away the Bronze Cross.

The attempt to remove Astral World pollution using the "Unshadowed Domain" failed.

Since that's the case, there's nothing more to say.

He reached into the wooden box and grasped Hvin Rambis's dying Spirit Body.

"What are you going to do now... Spare me! Please!" the latter cried out in terror, struggling weakly in his palm.

Luther showed no mercy; with a thought, the Tide beneath his feet immediately surged.

"Whoosh..."

In an instant, a phantom-black Tide, seemingly containing all colors and meanings, surged up and engulfed Hvin Rambis's Spirit Body. He was held in Luther's hand, submerged by the Tide, with nowhere to escape, and could only be completely soaked by the seawater.

Luther looked down, observing Hvin Rambis's condition.

The black Tide seeped into the Spirit Body, connecting it with its Spirit Body and Spirituality.

He suddenly felt a sense of reality; the Tide was like an outstretched arm, touching Hvin Rambis's spirit and Spirituality. He could ruthlessly Destruction it, or gently nurture its soul...

What about the pollution within?

Luther spread the influence of the Tide inward, trying to touch those taut spots.

"Sizzle!"

The spots were swallowed by the seawater, persisted for a few seconds, and were eventually completely dissolved, disappearing into the even darker, denser seawater.

Is this... cleaning up pollution? No... it feels like my seawater is even more polluted than that... it's almost assimilated by the Astral World itself... but in any case, this Tide does have a restraining effect on the pollution from the Astral World...

Luther thought to himself.

But regardless, under the influence of the Tide, the pollution has been completely pulverized and annihilated in the endless Tide, assimilated with the countless screams and Curse within, disappearing without a trace.

After the seawater was removed, Hvin Rambis's Spirit Body had become cleansed, but he looked very frightened and couldn't even speak.

It's okay, you won't need to speak anymore after becoming Marionette...

Luther stuffed him back into the box, added several more Wall of Spirituality, and resealed him.

Hvin Rambis's Spirit Body is imbued with the scent of the Tide. I must tell Klein not to use it right away after taking it back; let it air out in the Real World first... otherwise, it might be rejected by his Sefirah Castle...

He thought to himself.

Just then, Luther suddenly heard an illusory prayer.

Looking to the side, among the countless points of light swirling around the white Tower, a blood-red point of light was floating up and down, releasing illusory ripples.

Luther reached out his hand, letting his Spirituality spread and make contact with it.

A familiar voice immediately rang out above the sea. "Great Lord, we are about to begin our exploration of the interior of the 'Giant King’s Court,' please grant your blessing to your humble servant..." Without a doubt, it was Lovia praying to herself.

Luther reached out and pulled the point of light from the dense radiance, infusing it with more Spirituality. With a wave of his hand, he unfurled a misty water curtain in front of him.

The interplay of light and shadow within the water curtain quickly created a clear image. In the image, a group of tall, ancient-looking people stood before a decaying, desolate forest.

The exploration team of City of Silver.

Luther looked down at the procession and quickly spotted the silver-haired Lovia in the crowd. She was in the center of the frame, and Luther's vision expanded through her prayer.

Not far ahead of the group stood a figure with short blond hair. He had a young face and a serious expression. Luther guessed that the other person should be Little [Sun], not only because his appearance and outline highly matched the image on the Gray Fog, but also because a Spirituality connection was spreading from the top of his head, leading to the high sky on the other side.

Klein had probably also received the [Sun's] prayer and was using the connection to lower his gaze and observe the exploration team.

At the very front of the group stood a person with the most intense Spirituality radiance. He appeared capable, reserved, and experienced; he was likely Colin, the chief of City of Silver.

At this moment, the elderly man with deep wrinkles and profound eyes is looking up at the sky with a meaningful gaze.

Behind the Forsaken Land of the Gods, behind the "Giant King’s Court," in front of the Decaying Forest.

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Seeing Colin gazing up at the dark sky, the team members were puzzled and reminded him, "We should get going."

"... Um."

Colin withdrew his gaze, glanced at Lovia and Derrick, and calmly spoke:

"Set off."