A severed head, its sullied brain pulp flowing out, a hazy soul was rising up, initially in the guise of a middle-aged man, then it began to undergo violent mutations, blood-red vines, wailing mouths, twisted bodies...
Hum!
Mid-transformation, a hand reached out, flames of burning light receding quickly to restore calm.
Tang Qi, having just fed another piece of fuel into his Melter, slightly lifted his head, the golden light in his eyes gradually fading. Before him, the Pollution Pool, having lost its source, was rapidly deactivating, taking advantage of the filth still obscuring the view.
Tang Qi stretched out his hands, and a red, dazzling fire burst forth in the palm of his hand like a spectacular firework display, "burning" all the contaminants in the sealed space to ash.
Almost at the same moment, with the Knight's Sword no longer maintaining it, the sealed space began to dissipate, a repulsive force ejecting Tang Qi.
