Everyone's gaze followed Theus's hand as it slowly moved above Nora.
Theus hesitated for only a moment before gritting his teeth and pressing down on the thin cross-section of her severed neck.
Then—
"Uh, it seems like nothing happened?"
Theus lifted his hand and pressed down again. Aside from the slightly strange sensation, it felt little different from ordinary flesh and blood.
He reached over, picked up Nora's head, and touched it to her neck. Still, nothing changed.
"Did anything change?"
"No." Nora replied expressionlessly.
Theus tried several more methods, such as fitting Nora and Nora together and placing his hand into the cross-section, but nothing changed at all.
"Come to think of it, the only ability I seem to have is purifying Pollution, and Nora's problem wasn't caused by Pollution..."
Theus turned to look at Monica. The petite Banshees was rubbing her chin with all six hands, thinking so hard her head practically seemed ready to smoke.
"Wait, cut another opening and put some blood in it. I remember blood seemed to have some special significance in the Silent Temple."
"How come I've never heard of that?" Nora rolled her eyes.
"What do you know about the Silent Temple!" Monica planted her hands on her hips and glared at Nora. "Did you know that the lord's blood can restrain Pollution? Besides, it's already strange enough that your neck is severed but you aren't bleeding!"
Theus sighed without arguing. He looked around, borrowed a scalpel from Richard, and gritted his teeth as he cut a long gash across his hand.
Not bad—the scalpel was quite sharp. It barely hurt.
Blood trickled out. The power of the Symbiotic Pact immediately sent over a torrent of vitality, and Theus quickly shoved his hand into Nora's neck—if he was too late, the Symbiotic