The time Elias took to dispel the malice didn't last too long.
In The Far Shore, he was wary of being detected by Evil Gods, but upon returning to the human world, this wariness completely disappeared. Faint light began to radiate from the skeleton, repelling those black-green streaks.
After dispelling the condensed malice, the soul fire fluctuating in the Angel's eye sockets once again restored its peaceful rhythm, burning with a quiet blue light.
"Is this the gathering place of human Extraordinary Individuals?" Elias released his hand covering Alex's eyes, observing the surrounding white tiled walls.
Alex looked up at him; the restroom space was cramped, the two crowded together. His face was almost pressed against Elias's sternum; he could even clearly see every tiny crack on his ribs.
"Yes, it's the basement of the Church of the Goddess of Light," Alex replied, his breath blowing onto the cold skeleton.
