'That was much easier than I thought. Strange...' Ambrose shook his head and returned indoors, then moved onto the room where the flickering candle was still going strong.
He sat cross-legged on the bed and then inhaled and exhaled.
"Iiiiiiin... Ouuuuuut!"
The world froze, and time seemed to stand still.
His soul flew out of his body. However, it looked like it was injured, with a large bruise on its chest. The bruise was purple in color and it pulsated like bunch of veins. It looked rather creepy.
'You alright?' Ambrose asked and then remembered that the Brown Inquisitor managed to speak inside the world of souls. 'I wonder how he did that.'
'It hurts...' The soul whimpered in pain.
'I know, but there is something I need you to do.'
'Learn... harvesting and releasing the energy?' The soul bopped its head up and down. 'I'll try my best.'
