Going after Thomas (2)

"Is that... Is that Thomas?"

The soul was almost transparent, flickering violently like a dying candle flame in a storm. Its spectral form was contorted in a silent scream of rage and despair, on the verge of dissipating forever.

"He's fading, Riku! Fast!" Clara's mental voice was urgent. "There's not much time!"

Riku didn't need to be told twice. He acted instantly, his hands moving in a blur.

Lesser Soul Gather!

A vortex of faint, dark energy formed around his hand. It greedily pulled at the faith death essence in the area—from the decaying leaves, the dead insects, even the residual body parts of the now dead footman. He focused this chaotic energy, pushing it directly into Thomas's fading spirit.