The other soul remained its distance from the two, never attempting to go nearer to Mikhail. Mikhail glanced at it for a few seconds before he turned to look at the original Rodion's soul, which was glimmering as it floated in front of him.
"Young Master, are you alright?" he asked with concern. Although his mental and emotional state was still in turmoil, he managed to play it cool in front of his friend.
However, the soul couldn't speak. All it could do was float around and shine in a glimmering golden and yellowish hue.
"Don't worry, everything will be over soon and you will be back to your body in no time," Mikhail stated, despite the lingering mental exhaustion, he still offered comfort and assurance to his friend.
Mikhail pushed himself and stood up, dusting off dirt on his cloak.
The golden, glimmering threads now enveloped Sidapa, who lay motionless beneath the barren tree. He resembled a fallen log, entirely shrouded in thick moss.