"I think it's most likely the latter; it completed its mission and then disappeared." Jeming set down the salt grains, turned around, and looked at the other wizards, "I was just about to ask... where exactly is the entity's main body?"
These words made everyone present pause in silence for a moment.
The warlock in the dark blue robes walked to the stove, lightly tapping the wooden edge with his finger: "Indeed, that finger is merely a terminal."
"Strictly speaking, it's a one-time medium," the Cursed Witch nodded.
Her earlier analysis was quite spot-on. The finger was responsible for establishing a connection with the genetic material, 'writing the curse into the soul of the victim.'
Once the writing was complete, its task was finished.
"That's why Carl suddenly reacted earlier; because that finger released its final signal before destruction."
Jeming looked at the burly warlock, who nodded in confirmation.
