"To be honest, I don't even know what I am myself?"
"Am I Gawain?"
"Am I an organ on a corpse?"
"Or am I a wad of consciousness created by Lilith using the magical mirror and a ritual?"
"None of that matters,"
Gawain reached out to probe the belly of the Elder of Shadows.
"Pale Blood?"
"In fact, this body is most precious, but it's a pity I can't take it with me now. However, next time, when I have enough strength..."
Gawain's hand touched something wriggling, the stomach of the Elder of Shadows, the only organ on this corpse that still had activity!
"This time, let me take that first."
In Gawain's words, the last bit of Essence Blood was drained from the Black Soul.
Just as Gawain was about to exert force to tear off the writhing stomach of the Elder of Shadows, a voice sounded by his ear.
"Since you're not in a hurry, you can wait until next time."
"I'll go first this time."
Splat!