The Living Holy Spirit

A part of Hilda's soul stood quietly before the tower's wreckage, which had melted into large crystals. This vague silhouette had no expression and it did not react to the rest of them. Hao Ren approached her and waved his hand in front of her, but it appeared that she could not see him.

Her soul was so weak that even her basic line of thought was lost. She was like a motionless holographic projection. Even though the appearance of her body was present with the help of Raven 12345's power, she was unable to respond to any stimuli.

 "What should we do?" Vivian looked back at the medical chamber where Hilda's body lay and found that nothing happened at all. "Do we just wait?"

 "We just have to wait," Hao Ren said. He then looked at the medical chamber, which was still in a closed state. "Raven said, as long as Hilda's soul fragments are close to each other, the magical 'seed' she left behind will take care of the rest."