With that sorted, Raphael turned his attention to the First Hunting Ground, moving his awareness through the channel and into the wasteland.
He needed to sign the werewolf contract.
The more time passed since losing the Flesh Bishop's abilities, the more he missed them.
The unkillable quality of Corporeal Reformation.
The thousand uses of Tendril Branches. The quiet devastation of Inertia applied at the right moment.
You only understand what you had after it's gone.
There wasn't much he could have done about it. At the time, the only soul in any of his hunting grounds that qualified as a soul was Jason in the Third.
The Demons in the First were mostly instinct and appetite with no real consciousness behind them, nothing the Scapegoat ability could use.
"...Next time I should hunt another Flesh Bishop."
His awareness landed on the barren ground of the First Hunting Ground.
