Chapitre 66: Final Destination

The Collector gazed upon the heart in its hand. It had grown so pale that it had become a purplish shade of white, and it felt cold and stiff to the touch, almost brittle.

Visible through the icy flesh was a ball of glowing green and rainbow light – the summation of all the spirit roots wound up and condensed within.

"It is now time to transfer this into a suitable osseous vessel. The 'thrall' utilized a skull, and I sense that it is most apt in being able to contain the most data." The Collector looked down at the human female's corpse.

With all the roots and core from it retrieved, the corpse had almost completely shriveled up, as if desiccated from centuries of frozen storage. The skin had withered down into pale wrinkles that barely clung onto the bones, leaving the clothes surrounding them to be baggy and oversized.

There were no facial features distinguishable anymore, and the specimen's hair had decayed away into nothingness.