“Unfortunate but reassuring to hear everybody went off to be better, hopefully. I had no intention of staying here long as I was preparing to earn my wings. It will be a different process from how you two got yours here. Let us hope I can achieve it.” Zeno stood up and stretched his limbs out before heading towards the entrance. The Shadow fae groans in agony as he looks up at Zeno with sorrowful pure white eyes. “Poor guy, I wish there was more we really could do for him” Vincent somberly stated. “At least he is not rampaging like the others we got locked up” Darren responded optimistically. Zeno used his fae eyes to look at his soul, but strangely enough, the figure's soul was gone, not even a spark was present, so what kept him tied to this world Zeno had wondered. Zeno walked over to the cell and touched the fae’s head. Vines slowly envelop the fae from head to toe almost like a tightly wrapped cocoon. Then a green light flashes from within it and the sack falls to the ground. “Let us go” Zeno walks out of the room without saying anything further.
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