'In the future, if I'm not around, it's best that you pretend you don't understand how the two play off of each other,' Dyon explained the history of the chaos path to Clara and a bit about his speculations for why Guild Headquarters police such a thing.
'Oh.' Clara seemed lost in thought. But, after a few moments, she focused on the task, flowing her progress along with Dyon's thoughts.
Hours passed by before two black pills bathed in white flames appeared. One was for Zabia, and the other, for Dyon.
The truth was that it was unlikely this pill would fix Dyon's problem entirely. The simple fact was that Zabia's soul was far weaker than his, so the requirements for healing it were also much lower. After all, Dyon's soul was a breath away from breaking into celestial realms. How could a mere lower master level soul birth a pill capable of healing him?
However, this pill would be enough to stave off the effects of his soul eating away his body's energy by a bit.
