'Now, onto the main part.' The blue soul stirred up as the blue face within it opened its mouth, spitting out a thick stream of blue smoke. In the fraction of a second, the blue face regressed into a blue sphere, looking similar to his soul core from before—one that hadn't fused with the previous Jyorta's soul core.
The blue smoke instantly condensed into a tentacle, flashing with fragments of knowledge and memories. Its appearance was familiar, one that the blue soul had used innumerable times.
'Soul Cornea!' The blue soul felt surprised for a moment. Before, it had to recite the verse imparted by the creepy-haired man to create two Soul Corneas. But now, it could instantly create a Soul Cornea, similar to the psychic arm, always at its disposal.
