Jigak put his hand against the glass wall of the source of the artificial life project's container. A light crack rang out and a tendril of underworld energy snaked into the container, gently weaving its way through the viscous liquid to the little girl. It wrapped around the tubes and wires plugged into her, gently dragging them out of her body.
Jigak winced every time the little girl flinched or jerked in pain and when spurts of blood accompanied the tubes out of her body. But it had to be done. She had endured more than this, and while Jigak didn't want to put her through any more suffering, this was the best he could do.
And any injuries would fade within minutes as long as he returned her heart to its rightful place.
