"By the way, could you share your method for purifying corruption? I took in quite a bit of corruption today, and my head still hurts."
Chloe complained as she kicked off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the chair, her orange-red hair like a quietly burning fireplace in the dim room.
"That was a reasonable request, but I couldn't do it." Theus spread his hands. "My ability to purify corruption came from within me. I don't understand why, either. Maybe I'm just special?"
"What could possibly be special about a mortal? Have you come into contact with some supernatural power? Performed some kind of ritual?"
"Yes, something related to the Banshees. But it can't be replicated, and I'm not in a position to reveal anything concerning them. You can ask them yourself and see whether they're willing to tell you."
What he had actually meant was the Symbiotic Pact, but Theus privately knew that this purifying ability was more likely to have come from the Golden Throne.
But he had no way to speak of that. That strange palace, the shell, and the power of descent were his deepest secrets, things he could not share with anyone.
Besides, there was no point in saying it. He couldn't exactly strap Chloe onto the Golden Throne and have her sit there in his place.
"It can't be replicated?"
"That's right. Perhaps only I can possess it."
Well, all the Banshees had already formed their Symbiotic Pacts. Even if Chloe wanted one, she had no way to do so.
"Then how does this purification work? It doesn't look like you need to perform a ritual every time."
"That's right. I can directly purify tangible corruption. You know I've stockpiled quite a bit of it, right? The moment those things touch me, they're automatically