The Merge

Arthur was in a world of his own, not aware of anything that happened outside. Despite the pain and fatigue he had, he was super focused on the mission in hand.

"Just a tiny bit," he tried to push the breakthrough forward using only his sheer will.

Cleaving his soul for twelve times wasn't something he counted for, yet it wasn't ever heard in his past life. Despite reaching this far, he knew he couldn't close his eyes and rest, the breakthrough wasn't over yet.

So he tried to stay conscious while waiting impatiently for his core to finish dealing with those dots.

"Forming the nascent soul of one soul speck takes almost an hour, but now I can't even tell how much time I have," he muttered and as he waited, the effects of the combined efforts of his three aiders started to show some results.