"Finally, it's time for you to wake up," surrounded by Serena's followers, Haruki gently ran his gloved hands over her smooth skin. Resting a thumb over her lips, he could feel her body breathe, but there being no soul to fuel conscious action, she'd been like a sleeping doll cased in a shrine.
"Master, all preparations have been made, can we begin?" Standing beside Haruki, an acolyte of Serena asked.
"Yeah…" Without looking away Haruki reached into a dungeon pocket and took out the mason jar holding Serena's soul. Shifting his gaze to the follower by him, he quickly handed her the soul and took a step away from the spotlight. "Fay has worked on the soul already, you just need to take it out and let it dissolve into her forehead."
