Jack felt the changes in his soul. [Then... does that mean, if those that pray and request me to give me power for my favor??? How do I answer their requests?]

Jordan whispered, "If We are lucky the God-King may even send a piece of his soul to Us. This would cure your sister." Jack heard this and wondered if Jordan could hear his thoughts... Creepy...

[Do I... I could just toss a piece of my soul down there... Will that work? Can I cast spells up here? I have no idea... but screw it. At least I can make a good show.] Jack thought solemnly.

[Alright! Let's play this little game. Go down there and fix this mess!]

A long tendril extended from his blobby soul and whipped down to the black hole, at a blinding speed. It snapped off a small piece of Jack's soul. Jack spared a small piece of his soul, as mentioned by Jordan, though the power he took in to form this bit of soul was less than three times what Michael gave him. A bargain to Jack.

A long silence ensued in the room. Jordan hunched over to the side of the bubble that contained Jennifer, and Michael in front of Jordan. George stood in the back, now becoming decreasingly uninterested as time passed.

Just when Michael was going to question again, all those present felt an overbearing pressure descended from above. The three-conscious undead looked up to see a pinpoint dot of blindly light. Jordan stared directly at this Light, even with his flesh eyes, while Michael could see with his undead vision. George had to shield his eyes.

As it slowly fell into the room, it seamlessly moved through the quarantine bubble that held Jennifer.

It then stalled in midair at the edge of her bed. The tiny dot then grew into the image of Jack. Lifesize, and completely golden. The avatar even had the same flaming eyes and the most striking thing was that behind his head was a half-crescent halo that shined like the skull of the sun god. Now the Avatar was floating in the air within the bubble, at the bottom of Jennifer's bed.

Jack was startled. Not because this avatar looked like him, but he could see through the eyes of this avatar and move it like it was his own body. He could see two images! One where he was, and once inside the room below him! It was an extremely freaky feeling, like wearing VR goggles that each eye showed a different image, neither overlapping...

[Ummm... Let me think... I'll pull her soul out, and cleanse it... I'll just shove it back in... That should do, right?] Jack noticed that this thing in the girl's eyes was not just rooted into her body, but it had parasitically attached itself to her soul. He was extremely impressed with how the mushroom-like plant could cross physical barriers into soul barriers. Jack wondered if this parasite had some type of passive magic.

Michael had already stood up by the time the dot of light descended, but now he gawked at the image of the Avatar.

"IT'S THE HOLY WITCH KING!" Michael yelled in a whisper. He didn't dare to scream at the top of his lungs.

"No... It is the God-King." Jordan said with a bit of piousness in his voice, reminding Michael.

George stood slightly stunned. He, as a fellow Warmarshal, had seen The Holy Witch King before, but... Why was he here now?! How was he here now?!

"Solxeees" The Avatar hummed, as he was undisturbed by those in the room, with his hand extended to Jennifer.

As a beam of light descended over Jennifer. The beam of light was being emitted directly from the hand of the Avatar.

Many tendrils formed from the Light, and invaded Jennifer's body through her abdomen. They tugged on her body. As they tugged, her body shook and quivered like a leaf in the wind. Still the tendrils pulled, as her body rose slightly in the air. Her arms and legs dangling and spasming.

With a final pull, a light golden smokey wisp was pulled out of Jennifer. This golden smokey wisp though had many dark pulsing veins on it. It looked infected if a soul could be described.

Now free from the body, Jennifer collapsed on the bed, and the soul floated a few centimeters above the Avatar's hand.

Jordan remained silent, but with a nonsensical grin plastered on his face. How he longed for this to happen to him.

Michael and George's mouth were gaped open. Michael's mouth was hung open so wide, that his Jawbones threaten to fall off, and George could fit half a dozen eggs in his mouth.

The Avatar nodded to itself, and then hummed another hymn, "Xureall." Blinding Light surrounding the light golden wisp, and slowly the dark veins burned. They burned like a fuse, ever so slowly, until they were no more. The soul now floated above the hand of the Avatar emitted a radiance, instead of the gloom it had before.

The Avatar spoke, "Do you feel pain now?" Jack's voice boomed within the room. It shook the very foundation of the hospital. All the doctors, nurses, and patients in the building looked up to wonder who asked this question...

The soul spoke in the voice of Jennifer, "...No..."

Michael shuddered when he heard this voice.

The Avatar looked to her body, and hummed again, "Xureall." Blinding light burned the infection from her body.

"Solzuuu." The light appeared to gain and engulfed Jennifer's body. Tendrils appeared to grasp the soul and merged it back into Jennifer's body.

The light subsided, and soon Jennifer began to shudder on the bed again. Her eyes no longer had black mushrooms, but neither were her eyes there. Only hollows where left, however, what happened next sent Michael's heart soaring.

"...Michael?"

Michael stood up and was about to barge into the bubble, then George stopped him.

"We don't know if the Dead Soul Mushroom has been cured, it's best to have tests run first!" George had gripped hard on Michael's arm from behind.

"It's fine now. The problem has been solved by the God-King. Praise the God-King!" It wasn't known when Jordan had gotten to his knees and prostrated, but he was face-planted on the floor.

Michael heard this, and shrugged off George, and torn through the bubble. George knew he couldn't stop him, so he ran out of the room, and locked the door behind him, as he started to call the orderlies on the floor to bring materials to quarantine the room.

"Jen-Jen are you alright!" Michael had appeared at her side and held her hand.

"Michael... I can't see you..." Jennifer raised her other hand and touched her eyes. They were hollow.

"It's okay! I'm here with you!" Michael was pained when he realized that her eyes weren't coming back, but... They could be replaced!

"FOOLS! GIVE THANKS TO THE GOD-KING!" Jordan, still face-planted in the floor yelled in righteous anger.

It was interesting that Michael could disregard the three-meter-tall glowing ghost in the room, but soon as Michael realized, he turned and kneeled before the golden Avatar.

"Warmarshal Michael is forever the servant of the God-King!"

Jack became too lazy to explain, as the glowing Avatar used all the power it was given and faded out of existence.

[I guess that about sums this up... What a handy trick, but how did Jordan know???] Jack looked down upon the head of Jordan, who was currently face planted.

[Well, I can't stay here all day. I need to get moving on the rest of my soul. Would be nice, if they are going to keep calling me the God-King to give me more power...] Jack again went back on his path to collect more bits of his soul.

Micheal turned back to his sister, "Don't worry Jen-Jen, the God-King had saved us, and We can always fix your eyes."

"...That was a god, just now?" Jennifer asked while laying back down on her bed.

"Yes. The Holy Witch King has become a God-King." Micheal nodded as if Jennifer could see him.

"How does one become a god?" Jennifer asked.

"I.. Uhh... Ask the prophet." Micheal wasn't sure, as he walked to Jennifer's side, and took her hand.

Jordan had stood up from his prostrating, "To become a god is a choice of the God-King. Only he can proclaim godhood on our lands."

Micheal scratched his head with his other hand, while Jennifer went silent.

"My job here is done." Jordan walked to the barred door.

Micheal turned and called out, "Prophet!"

"Yes?"

"How... How does one serve the God-King?" Micheal asked hesitantly.

"Do you wish to learn?" Jordan asked while a light glinted in his eyes.

"I wish to serve." Micheal said seriously, and before Jordan could speak another voice called out, "I wish to serve, as well." Jennifer spoke

"Jen-Jen, it's enough if I serve." Micheal soothed his sister.

"Our lives are no longer our own... We do all things as one, so let us do this together." Jennifer smiled, as she firmly held Micheal's hand.

"Alright." Micheal turned his head back to look at Jordan, "We wish to learn."

"You're both strong enough to pay Tithes." Jordan nodded a few times.

"I will be staying here for a few weeks. Come find me, and I will teach you directly from the Lexos Divinus Fidelis." Jordan spoke, as he turned back to the door.

With a raise of his hand, he hummed, "Zegor." The barred door to the room dissolved in a flash of light, and Jordan, known as the Prophet, casually walked out into the hall.

Micheal was shocked by the ease of might the Prophet displayed but shook his head a moment later. He turned back to Jennifer, "We can replace your eyes. George is the best bone doc in the Kingdom."

Jennifer shook her head on her pillow, "I don't want you to look into a different pair of eyes that are different from the ones you love."

"But-"

"I'll learn how to use undead vision. If you could learn it, I can too." Jennifer Laughed.

"Hey!" Micheal laughed along with his beloved sister.