It had once disdained absorbing these ignorant, newborn will-o'-the-wisps, finding them too insignificant. But now, every little bit counted.
Not only did it absorb those newborn will-o'-the-wisps, but it also began to systematically hunt and kill the others near the swamp.
After absorbing countless small will-o'-the-wisps and two clusters of yellow ones, it finally confirmed that its fragmented human skull was indeed slowly regenerating as it consumed its own kind.
Bone began to grow, bit by bit, around the edges. At first, it was a thin, wing-like growth, but as it absorbed more will-o'-the-wisps, the fragmented skull grew into half a cranium—much larger than the one-third it had started with.
While cultivating, it even used its power to manipulate the half-set of teeth, producing sounds from the depths of its soul that felt both strange and familiar.
"Guh... Live... Fire... Flo..."
