The observable window for the discernible fluctuations was short. The whole process lasted a little over ten seconds before the weakening signal faded into the complex background noise.
His Spiritual Senses recorded the fluctuations. They traveled just like a real wave, from the immature Spiritual Entity formed around the Moon Remnant to his Spiritual Senses.
From the assistant's perspective, the sample merely twitched briefly before returning to its regular pulsing.
But Kraft was so excited he was practically twitching himself. The last time the assistant had seen him like this was when he'd received a whole box of heavy, golden rewards at Solace Port. The bottle looked like a piece of red-hot pure gold, its scorching allure fixing his gaze firmly on the glass.
"A miracle." Kraft watched the pulsing mass for a long while, then returned the bottle to its base.
The expected discomfort washed over him. He shifted his body's tilt and let himself fall into the chair, making the armrests creak. An invisible, suffocating pressure squeezed in from all around, making it feel as though every inch of his body had been thrown into a giant hydraulic press and rolled into infinitely thin dough.
The pain of withdrawing from his Spiritual Senses couldn't suppress his desire to continue the experiment. Perhaps he understood Professor Morrison: the more you knew, the harder it was to resist the incredible allure of that power.
This wasn't an effect achieved by twisting the mind, as with Black Fluid. It was a judgment reached after evaluating what he already knew—a potential ultimate answer to disease.
Even within the bounds of the Otherworld Soul's knowledge, it was a temptation hard to refuse.
The greatest lies were often told with the truth, and the most tempting traps always had real gold and silver sitting