A bead of sweat trickled down his temples as he contained Danny's Living Soul with True Extraction. Michael couldn't afford to make a single mistake. The pressure weighing on his being was tremendous. He could barely endure it without collapsing.
A bad headache crept up the back of his head, but Michael managed to overcome it. He saw the fragments of the Miniature Coffin Keychain sprawled on the ground left and right and knew that he couldn't insert the Living Soul back into it if something went wrong.
'I can do it!' He told himself.
'I have to!!!'
His Cursed Seals trembled slightly. They didn't try to consume Michael or control him; instead, they were trying to tell him something.
Michael closed his eyes instinctively and focused on the Cursed Seals. Several pathways inside him began to shimmer, almost like the Cursed Seals were trying to guide him.
