Raze stood there, raspy breath, shaky hands and a slight trauma from what he had experienced.

"So this is what they feel inside the body of the abomination," he muttered, staring at the shaking heart, but then a slight smirk formed on his face. "That means their soul isn't destroyed, just entangled with the demonic energy," he said, his eyes lighting up.

Everyone in the world believed that the abomination process destroyed the soul, but Raze knew that it didn't, and that meant if they could unravel it, then the person would actually return to normal.

With that in mind, he sat down at the desk and flipped the pages of the book. The next few pages explained how the demonic energy twisted and changed the look of the soul and turned them into uncontrollable monsters.

But it also went on to explain that abominations were not entirely mindless, as their real soul still existed, and certain information remained tied to them, mostly whatever last negative emotion they had. The stronger a negative feeling had before they turned, the more their drive to do it would be, and when it was mixed with the desire to kill from the demonic energy, it gave each abomination their own unique character, although humans never paid attention to it.

Raze slept reading about the abomination, absorbing information at a stunning pace, learning all there was to know about how the energy got interwoven with the structure of their soul. The only way to get free from that entanglement was through the understanding of the soul and soul magic.

"Soul magic," Raze muttered under his breath, his finger drumming on the page that he was on. It existed as one of the hardest forms of magic and so many times it was hard to tell what was good or right in the study of soul magic.

Because it was a form of magic that had a lot to do with the tampering of a human soul. But Raze wasn't everyone and he didn't give a rat's ass about what was considered right or wrong, all that mattered to him was that he needed knowledge and he was going to get that knowledge.

"Librarian, get me anything related to souls and soul magic that will allow me to know how to unravel an abomination's soul," Raze said and it immediately brought two books, dropping them on the table.

"Have you considered the fact that people that are turned into abominations might not want to turn back but would rather die?" the librarian asked in its distorted voice, and that immediately made Raze pause.

He looked at the librarian. "What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"You are consistently blinded by logic and results. You see things as an algorithm that can be fixed by knowledge, but if you have watched everyone around you, you should have noticed that behavior is unscripted and can't be controlled.

After the pain of being infected, many might not want to be human again and simply want to escape the torture that was their life, and living as humans again might not be what they want," it said and then floated away, leaving Raze with that to think about.

Raze lowered his head and looked at the books. What the librarian said actually made sense. He couldn't say that all humans wanted to be returned from their abomination state; some might just want to die.

He recalled when he killed the abominations yesterday, they all craved release. It could have been to turn back human or to be killed.

"Tsk, it doesn't matter. I'll offer them what I can offer them. I am no god. What I can do is what I can do," he said to himself.

Unknown to Raze, the librarian watched from above on a floor hundreds of floors away. It shook its head and then kept flying up, going higher into the library. Every floor it passed showed something different, whole different worlds. Some floors had monsters, ancient artefacts, beings that would terrify worlds and more. The climate changed, time changed, yet it kept going until she was over a thousand floors up.

The librarian stood there and went down into a floor. It looked like a land of crystal. Each crystal was kept in slots on standing crystal walls. It walked through the aisle and pulled out one of the crystals. There was an octagonal cylinder device made of crystal and a slot on it.

It slid the crystal in, it went down slowly, and then it showed a projection. It was in some language that only the librarian knew, but there was something there—images of Raze kept showing up across the screen at certain points.

After a few minutes, it pulled out the crystal and returned it back to where it picked it up and then walked to a corner of the floor, and there was a bed there, a human-like bed. It took off the robes it had on and the hoodie, revealing a beautiful young lady. She had crystalline hair and eyes, with a crystal embedded on her forehead. Her skin was pale and beautiful, almost like it had no blemish at all. She snapped her finger and a white, simple dress covered her body.

She sat down on the edge of the bed for a good minute, not moving, not saying anything at all.

[Do you wish to reveal yourself to him?]

The library suddenly asked her.

"No, not yet. He is still barely of any use for now, only at the second floor and even that floor is too much for him, but his growth is a bit slow," she said, her voice like a beautiful stream flowing.

[But consistent, and of all, he is the only one with real passion and not just a craving for power]

"Yes, when she sent him here, I was skeptical, but he seems to be better. Hopefully it stays that way. I'll take a rest now," she said and then lay down with her eyes closed.

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