Elias showed no attachment, decisively withdrawing from The Far Shore, stepping through the spatial gate to return to the room Alex prepared for him.
The giant skeleton fell from mid-air, landing on the soft mattress. The fire in Elias's eyes danced gently, burning away the black remnants, dispelling the malice of The Far Shore sticking to his body.
Gray dust particles from the other world fell to the floor and then vanished as if they had never existed.
Until the gray skeleton recovered its holy aura, white and shiny like jade, he stood up, waving his hand to call the sycamore tree spirit hiding in the corner of the garden.
Handing small change taken from Alex's money pouch to the tree spirit, Elias calmly stated the things he needed with a tone that allowed no refusal.
