Bologue looked forward; the steps were about to come to an end. Old Furya was sitting on a chair beneath the spire, her gaze somber, and though she had not launched an attack, she stared at Bologue intently, full of hatred.
"Okay."
Following a series of dialogues by Bologue, the pressure on young Furya's heart lightened considerably. Then, Bologue tightly grasped her hand, as the ether rebounded between their palms, like triggered static electricity.
Under young Furya's gaze, the radiance from the Alchemy Matrix crawled up the Scale Armor-covered arm of the Evil Spirit. Then the luminescent patterns broke through the confines of the body, advancing to young Furya's palms and arms.
Young Furya felt another surge of ether invading her body, and she immediately developed strong resistance, nearly initiating an attack on Bologue, but she restrained herself.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't resist," Bologue's voice was cold, allowing no refusal.
