The Queen nodded approvingly. "Take your time, Reign. We trust in your abilities and know that you won't do anything you are not certain of. Begin when you're ready."
Reign focused his attention on the afflicted elf before him. He extended his hand, and a soft glow enveloped his palm. Aethion, in an instant, took over his body and started talking to him.
"You're dealing with souls, lad. It's not just about raw power but precision and finesse. You need to feel the essence of their being and understand the flow of their soul. We don't rush it; let your mana merge with theirs."
"Don't stop sensing, look at the soul, sense it, sense it all."
Reign took a deep breath, his senses heightened. He delved into the elven soul, feeling the remnants of the Umbraeth's corruption. It was like navigating through a complex maze, and Reign knew that if he was doing what Aethion was doing now, he definitely would have had to be cautious not to cause unintended harm.
