I feel a bit better today, I’ve decided not to let the shell of my soul get so exhausted, even if it does mean this project will take a bit longer. I just hate the feeling of cold and lethargy that comes with it. It makes it impossible to get anything done.

It still doesn’t leave me a lot of time for other things, though. If anything doing it like this takes longer as I am trying to be as efficient as possible with how I use my soul energy. If the main limiting factor for me is energy then I should use as little of it as I can.

The bomber guy was caught pretty quickly when his location was discovered. He had dozens of very powerful people on his location within seconds, and his attempt to teleport away was made irrelevant when a master teleporter figured out where he was going mid teleport and went there ahead of him with a small army. This was a much more intense reaction than I was expecting, but I guess it makes sense. If you make a point to target powerful people then you will piss off a lot of powerful people. Hopefully, this will be the end of this.

As a side note, it turns out that the bomber was using his own fat to make the bombs, which kind of impressive actually. I wonder how he went about actually harvesting it, I highly doubt that he was a master flesh manipulator and mere healing would only be enough to close up the wounds. And other methods take a lot of mental fortitude, I don’t think I would be capable of manually harvesting something like that from my own body, especially not repeatedly.

Although, it’s quite possible that he just knows, or rather knew, just the few tricks required to render his own fat with flesh manipulation. The average healer could figure it out with some dedicated practice, though that would likely be even more painful. Every single time you mess up you would have to cut it off with a sharp knife, healing isn’t going to remove something like that. At least not while it’s still there anyway. He must have been brilliant in his chosen fields, or at least incredibly dedicated. Either way, it’s a shame he took the path he did.

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Also, Emericus finally woke up today. He seems older, a bit shriveled up, and has incredibly long facial hair. Which is weird because most undead don’t grow hair at all, he would have had to go out of his way to grow it with his own healing magic. He has pretty much mastered the techniques I showed him, better than I possibly could have, as he was very enthusiastic to demonstrate. He was somehow able to keep Solar Energy and mana from interacting while both were almost completely still, just the smallest movement was enough for him to keep himself from blowing up. And he would blow up if he messed up, and he would probably take a rather large chunk of my forest with him. Although he might actually survive, what with his Solar Energy improved body.

He even managed to create some pretty expansive pockets for Solar Energy out of Solar Energy and mana, like I had to do when first starting out. But unlike me, he was able to keep more than a hundred of them going with barely a thought, each of them being about a quarter of his own internal pool. It’s impressive, he definitely is a cut above the rest. It’s a good thing he seems to like me so much, though I bet a part of that was Azrezel making him more excited while he was showing off.

I’m glad he has stopped his meditation, having another heavy hitter on our side would be a big help. Although he still hasn’t decided to join us officially, it’s only a matter of time.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.