CRACK.

Leonel separated his soul from his body. Right now, he couldn't trust his mind, not in the state that it was in. It was more taxing to rely on the soul alone without fleshly support, but it would have to be enough.

His soul had likewise aged like milk, but its robustness was still beyond that of his body despite having lost its core.

Leonel finally began to bring out the materials that he had prepared. But what was shocking was the fact that not a single one of them was designed to heal. It was as though he was planning on throwing his body away completely…

But although Nilrem had called him crazy, both of them decided that this was the only right path. Everything else was meaningless. Only if this succeeded would this be an appropriate path.