The furnace for forging souls clanked and hissed, belching black smoke as if on the verge of explosion.
The machinery wasn't old, but this was the first time a fragment of a Deity had been crushed and shoved in as fuel. Perhaps it was because the kindling was too fierce that the furnace ultimately burst into pieces under Bayer's gaze.
Harvey's body was wrapped in a divine radiance, drifting slowly from midair, looking like a god newly born.
Bayer frowned. What is this?
A half-god?
Did Hircine cause such a commotion to resurrect a demigod?
But no matter what it was, it was something he had paid a hefty price to create, and it belonged to him.
Bayer extended his hand, wanting to grab Harvey in one go.
First, lock him up, and later consider whether to dissect or directly consume him. In any case, he had to recoup some losses.
Bayer's huge palm opened, generating a suction force, aiming to grasp Harvey in his hand.