Meilyr slowly calmed down amidst Alwina's embrace, stifling back the corrupted dregs of his mind.
So this is the capability of a Soul Sorcerer? He glanced up, feeling her bloodied cheek. For a moment, she had steered all my emotions—the good and the bad—towards her. My violent outburst, now given a target, had allowed me to vent and ease the Vile Ichor's strain on my wits.
A hint of shame made his stomach cramp. She saved me from madness.
"My apologies," he meekly said, slipping from her hold. "And thank you."
Such powers are at their peak when used against an individual on the edge of collapse. She could've easily seized control of my thoughts and made me her rampaging puppet. Instead, she helped me.
"This is no longer a favor but a debt, and it shall be paid in full. Be sure of it."
