Beads of sweat dripped from Cordis's cheeks onto the ground.
Trying to control the direction of his aura had clearly drained most of his stamina.
Even standing felt like a burden now.
Yet Cordis still did not dare rest for long.
He got up after sitting on the ground for only a short while.
He began concentrating fully on controlling the small cluster of aura in his palm.
He wanted to imitate Machi's [Nen Stitches].
He manipulated the aura he had gathered, separating it into silver threads even finer than needles.
He sent the silver threads crawling up one of the old men's cheeks toward the five openings in his face.
They slipped inside through those openings.
Cordis needed absolute concentration now, and he was hypersensitive to everything around him.
Even a bird passing the window might distract him for an instant.
And cause his threads to snap.
Fortunately, everything outside remained quiet, allowing Cordis's silver threads to crawl through the openings into the blood vessels and align with every nerve.
Now, at a single command from Cordis, those threads would move the nerves to carry out all his instructions.
Cordis tested a few simple commands and finally breathed a sigh of relief when everything worked.
After raising a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, he started on the next one without taking much of a break.
Although everything went smoothly, it still cost Cordis a great deal of time and stamina.
And he viciously cursed Chrollo out in his head again.
This was no way to cut costs.
What the hell! My job's clearly more trouble than Illumi's, so why am I getting paid less than him?
Once he finished setting up the last one.
Cordis finally let out a relieved breath and collapsed onto his backside.