Azrail held the snow 'globe' in his hand, not letting his skill influence over it, knowing that if its presence disappeared, then the mad scientist, who didn't know the location but had the Realm scrapper keep an eye on it, would be the first to know.
Azrail willed his powers, his ability over the soul portraying his will as he forced the small wisp of the soul outside. Soon, covering over his hand was the small soul without any power. Azrail took the soul, placing it with himself for now as he exited the room. Looking at the mummified body, Azrail moved towards it while taking a lean to the side.
He moved to the left where the body lay, coming upon a wall that looked completely normal, but his eyes were gazing at a soul brighter than the rest, the true body of the mad scientist lying there.
'Misdirection upon misdirection.'
