Black ash billowed from the monster's remains.
It wasn't just the remains; its derivatives, the scattered pus, and the pervasive poison fog, all turned into black ash.
The entire space was obscured by the rising black ash.
This was the black soul of the monster born from the Black Fog, fragmented, and the spectacle of its broken remnants falling back into the Void.
But Roger did not see that a massive black line had entered Rod's body.
Overwhelming joy did not cloud his mind as he shouted, "Save them, save them quickly! Preserve their souls, the Cult of Healing will restore them."
But the only ones capable of movement were him and Rod.
And Rod was a novice, unfamiliar with potions and methods of healing.
He had to step up himself, letting Rod assist by handing over the medical potions.
The mission was a success, and the tearing pain in his mind did not hinder his good mood.
It was just an overuse of Spiritual Energy, but it could also be soul contamination.
