This was the lingering resentment from the skulls on Haina's altar, forcibly extracted and manifested by Ian using the Purification Rule.
"To survive, you slaughter the innocent beings of other worlds? To survive, you devour their souls to strengthen yourselves?"
"A fine reason. I came to this world... for my own survival as well."
Haina's act froze. A deep fear appeared in the depths of its vertical pupils. 'This person wasn't here to rescue anyone.'
"What... what do you want?" Haina's thoughts trembled.
"Tell me the true nature of your Talent," Ian said, his voice calm.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Haina adamantly denied, its tentacles struggling frantically to break free from the gravitational bonds.
But in response, Ian simply squeezed his hand.
CRACK! A tentacle on Haina's chin exploded without warning. Purple Spiritual Energy-laced blood sprayed out, only to be suspended in mid-air by the Gravity Field, unable to fall.
