"Drink this before you celebrate." Atika Light placed a beaker in his hands, propping his weakened body. The beaker consisted of the same viscous solution as before, one that helped his body in ejecting the Brain Crystal impurities lodged inside.
As Jyorta downed its contents in one go, Atika Light placed the Tier 1 Floating Spider inside the rectangular box, closing the lid, enacting the bizarre actions as before. She then placed the box atop the stack of boxes, numbering eleven in total.
"Get some sleep. Report back at 5:30 PM." Atika Light snapped her fingers; the sound caused the door to rattle with a certain frequency. The door opened, bringing in a psychic arm that gushed into Jyorta's body, instantly turning his clothes into Refined Objects.
The psychic arm lifted his body, carrying him towards the exit.
