Joe heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed as though they had taken care of all of the knights that were in the room. It was a shame, really; they had made wonderful decorations. Like he was instructed, he approached one of the black clouds that hung suspended above one of the fallen warriors.<br/><br/>"Touch it," Aamu commanded from behind, which spooked Joe. He looked back at her, wielding his axe nervously. After a few seconds of staring at each other, Aamu reiterated. "Do it. Touch the cloud."<br/><br/>Joe sent a little look at Salem, as if asking for help. Visibly sucking it up, he extended his hand towards the cloud. It reacted to his touch, and was siphoned into his hand at a fast pace. His arm felt vaguely tingly afterwards, and he awarded Aamu with a small smile. Then, under his breath, he muttered, "Less painful than I thought it was going to be."<br/><br/>At that moment, Azoth barged into the room. The jet of flame made Joe jump back into Aamu's mass. He could hear her exhale tiredly.