"Then, how do I begin?"
Merciless inquired, his gaze fixed on the seven dream fragments floating before him, each shimmering with a unique, ethereal glow that reflected the essence of their original dreamers.
"Ah, 'tis quite simple, my dearest."
Silk responded, her voice conveying an undertone of both knowledge and appeal; for a brief moment, Silk reminded Merciless of Le Fay, with the way she addressed him as dear. In any case, his thoughts quickly drifted to something else before he returned to listening.
"To assimilate these fragments, all thou must do is shatter them. Once broken, they shall merge with thy inner world, infusing it with their unique properties. The process shall be swift, and the transformation, immediate."
