“I wish I shared your confidence.” The Master replied. “You had a brilliant idea, Tezka, but I think you are biting more than you can chew. Tell him, Theseus.”

“For the hundredth time, I’m not a Healer!” The Bastet-Meneos replied. “Paquut was a butcher. A cruel monster that twisted the life forces of his victims for a laugh. I just inherited his knowledge.”

“Still, Paquut experimented on life forces as very few others in Mogar’s history did.” Tezka pointed out. “Keeping alive his victims required finesse. He learned how much all kinds of life forces can take without breaking, which makes you our second-best expert after the Master.”

“And I agree with him.” Theseus said. “You are taking this too far, Tezka, and on a path only you seem to see at that.”

“Because it’s my Fylgja life force.” Tezka replied. “I studied it for countless hours while I tried to achieve the white core and prolong my life for as long as I could. Back then, I didn’t even know what I lacked and what I could improve, but now I do.

“I have studied the life force of the Divine Beasts in the Organization and even the life force of a Guardian.” The mention of the experiments the hybrids had performed on his mother while they held Ileza captive made Theseus bristle.

“What once made no sense is now so obvious that I can’t believe it took me so long to figure it out. Yet I’m not ashamed to admit that it wouldn’t have been still enough without Xenagrosh. You gave me the final piece of the puzzle.”