Without a word, Aengus began synthesizing Quin with the human corpses.
He was not gentle at all, though he felt confident Quin would survive. Aengus had seen potential in Quin that far surpassed any excellent hunter he had encountered so far. Quin's soul was remarkably strong—nearly a hundred times stronger than the average hunter.
"Ahhh!"
Harrowing screams tore from Quin's mouth, sending chills down the spines of the onlookers.
The crowd's jaws dropped as they watched the incredible merging of corpses into Quin's body. The bodies melted into a gooey mass that slowly fused with Quin's form, even dissolving parts of him in the process.
The sight was chilling and excruciatingly painful to behold. Many nervously gulped, questioning whether such a gruesome process was necessary to punish a young man.
They assumed the Emperor was punishing Quin for his misbehavior.
