"Heavenly…"

"Severer…"

Old Man Fisher murmured the two words. His expression clouded with confusion at first, but as he repeated them, something stirred in his memory. A faint light passed through his turbid eyes.

"I am…"

"Heavenly Severer?"

As Old Man Fisher's memories slowly awakened, the churning black miasma around him intensified. It billowed outward like a rolling tide, spreading beyond his body and beginning to rampage in all directions.

Yet every tendril of it veered away long before it could reach the Heavenly Physician, leaving a vast empty zone between the two confronting figures.

The Heavenly Physician paid no attention to the dispersing miasma. He seemed only mildly surprised to find Heavenly Severer still in such a dazed state.

"His memories haven't returned?...