High above, the biting gale was isolated by an invisible shield.
Jeming and David transformed into two elusive streaks of light, flying towards the next marked area where the suspected target had been active.
During the high-speed flight, David closed his eyes beneath his helmet. His surging spiritual power was like the most precise probe, carefully inspecting the shattered soul forcibly confined within that head.
A moment later, he opened his eyes, his voice sounding somewhat muffled through the armor: "Finished checking."
"This guy is just an unlucky fellow," David concluded. "He's not some subordinate of the target; he just happened upon that illegal wizard recently and was forcibly infected by an unknown power, turning into this wretched state."
In the fragments of that soul, only memories twisted by endless hunger and pain remained, along with the most primal fear of the figure who turned him into a monster.
Almost at the same time, Jeming also completed his analysis.
