Immediately they entered the abyss. Two things happened and they knew, they felt it.
First, the bodies they left behind..the skeletons left behind burned faster. Hotter and their light body here felt the pain. It was as if hot coal was being forced down their throat.
"So that's how it is!" Alaric hissed. "The more we go down, the faster our bodies and soul will burn!"
"But all the strong Incarnatio are down."
It was instincts that told them this. Instincts that had been born as their soul left their bodies. The strong Incarnatios are deep in the abyss. If you want them, then they burn.
The more your soul can withstand means more time to search for powerful Incarnatio.
And what they want are the strong ones.
They plunged, three blazing lights flashing down into the abyss, ignoring the pain that bloomed.