Adam narrowed his sky-blue eyes on Grum'Thal's trembling feet until they turned into bright slits.
'Focus! Focus so intensely that you won't hear the great shaman's suppressed groans. Focus so you won't imagine how you're tearing him apart. Focus, because if you slip up, if you soften because of misplaced empathy, the treatment will fail. He'll die.'
Relentlessly urging himself on, he controlled the vast flow of mana and qi from the array to dismantle muscles, bones, and the very core of the orc's cells. He worked until the broad feet turned into empty husks of scarred green skin.
Isolating the corruption from the carnage was hard. Extremely hard. A single trace of it would nullify his efforts and Grum'Thal's suffering. He had to eradicate it before rebuilding everything from the remaining sane components.
To do so, he lured the components with smaller streams of life force.
There!
