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"Since that's the case, your avatar..."
"Hold on," Muria's ghoul avatar, seeing Michaela's hand beginning to close, hastily shouted to stop her, "The consciousness of this avatar is connected to the original body. You can keep it; there's no need to destroy it."
"Just kidding with you, of course I'll keep it. Why would I destroy your power for no reason?" A playful look appeared on Michaela's face.
"Mischievous." Muria smiled helplessly, "Alright, I'm retracting my consciousness now. Find a way to carry this avatar with you! That way we can communicate and stay in touch."
"Got it." Michaela replied, then supported the palm of Muria's ghoul avatar as it closed, and the ghost, constructed of lifeless Black Mist, immediately felt a tremendous pressure and began to collapse inward, eventually being compressed into a black crystal-like sphere.
"Where do you plan to keep me?"