These Pollutions wriggled like worms. Sometimes they merged together, sometimes they separated, but there was no sign of them forming larger individuals. They remained roughly finger-length overall.
Theus reached out and touched one solidified Pollution. It rapidly dissipated in an instant, while the Pollution remaining in Ash's hands suddenly froze before madly wriggling away in every direction.
"Just as I thought. Although the Symbiotic Pact purifies the Pollution corroding the Banshees, as long as Flesh Magic is activated, they can come into contact with Pollution normally again."
The true purpose of Flesh Magic was isolation: preserving the state of the body so that Pollution could not truly come into contact with it.
Previously, it had prevented Pollution from invading. Now that they possessed purification abilities, it instead kept the Pollution from being purified by the Banshees themselves.
It was somewhat like a quilt. In winter, it could be wrapped around the body for warmth; in summer, it could be placed over ice cream to keep it from melting.
Strange as it sounded, Theus's scientific knowledge from his previous life could almost always find a counterpart in this world, making him feel as though this world had been built upon Blue Star and patched up countless times.
No matter how flashy things appeared on the surface, the underlying logic had not changed.
Ash extended her other four hands and grabbed the Pollutions one by one.
Theus stepped back and revealed a stove behind him.
It was an ordinary water-heating stove. Fuel could be added through the middle, and there was an air vent beneath it. Inside, a small amount of charcoal was burning.
Ash grabbed a solidified Pollution and tossed it in.
The Pollution seemed somewhat afraid of fire. It continuously rolled and twisted inside, like a leech that had fallen