At this moment, a faint bluish phantom gradually took shape, slowly emerging from the periphery of the Blood Core, which was Alia's residual soul.
She was adorned in a silver robe, rippling like water waves, gentle and flowing, yet carrying an awe-inspiring cold majesty.
"Sotos..." Alia's voice was like ice springs dripping on stone, "He is reorganizing... devouring all the dispersed purified energy."
Her eyes were deep and sorrowful, "This absorption is not merely on a physical level; it seems more like a violation of the source of pure power itself."
Hill frowned as he observed, asking, "What is the current situation? Is there any way to stop it?"
Alia's phantom lightly rotated, as smooth as mercury flowing, but her tone became increasingly grave: "The purification process is intrinsically linked to the essence of the world-anchor, and after Sotos' remnant was activated by Chaos Divinity.
