The Sovereign Spark entered his half-soul's chest, filling the gaping hole that once sat there. Then, Dyon took out the Soul Tome once more.
Dyon immediately felt a comfortable feeling quickly dull the pain his soul was experiencing. If things continued at this pace, Dyon was certain that his soul would be whole again in just half a year. This price was definitely worth it.
He flipped the tome open, pausing when he reached a page containing an eerie flame that filled him with discomfort. Maybe the Soul Tome was one of the only vessels in existence that could contain such a flame.
This flame flickered with a black and silver light. It wasn't as dense as Dyon's Chaos Flames, but somehow its air wasn't any less sinister.
Beads of sweat fell from Dyon's brow. He slowly extracted a single wisp of the flame, allowing it to enter the sovereign spark.
