He could only expend all his mental strength, concentrating fully on controlling these lights, allowing them to converge into his own soul.
The majority of cultists felt the change, the discomfort in their bodies lessened, the radiance around them gradually weakened, and the brilliance scattered in the hall began to gather toward the center.
"What is happening..."
"The light is changing, converging toward a center?"
"It's the Chaotic Staircase, the soul of the Chaotic Staircase is absorbing these profane lights..."
"Could it be that the light he's merging with through his Transformation Spell is this light?"
"Madness, sheer madness, this has gone beyond the concept of 'Transformation Skill'!"
Everyone realized what An Su was doing, he was actually gathering these bizarre lights into his own soul, which was simply insane. Even the most deranged life cultists couldn't comprehend An Su's suicidal act.
