I ignored the desires of murder and mayhem stemming from the memories of the Arcanix Agent and the Alanian legionnaire.

My knowledge as a virologist told me that the whale, no matter if it was a ghost-type creature had to have some sort of internal defenses akin to leukocytes. Triggering an Immune system response would be extremely unwise at this point, I had to be extremely careful as I was a very small phantom in comparison.Even the weakest attack could extinguish, smother my little soul.I had to act akin to a virus, the type that would masquerade as something inside the body. I knew that viruses of the coronaviridae family could disguise themselves, hide inside human cells to replicate. Such viruses were experts of cellular hijacking!The most efficient virus wasn't the one that killed it's host - it was the one that used the host's own body to hide and replicate itself to pass onto other hosts. The influenza or common flu virus was extremely effective in this manner, using humans to spread itself around the entire planet in mere weeks.

Unfortunately I had no means, no skills of replication at this point, so hiding myself, and hijacking something akin to a ghost-cell was my next best option.

I kept humming the soul-stilling [Tamus-Anima] song, looking around cautiously, praying that the song would keep me invisible, tame whatever immune system response existed inside of the Phantom whale.

I realized I didn't have to look for the heart myself, I only had to find something akin to a blood cell to infest. As long as the ghost-whale had a circulatory system, then it would take me into the heart of this creature, a place where I could really hurt it with my soul-severing song.

First of all, I needed a way to identify things, needed to figure out which parts of the ghost-whale were what.

As far as I could tell, I seemed to be located in some kind of a membrane-like space between the Phantom's exterior and interior. I slowly and cautiously approached the membrane and peered through it. It looked like some sort of blurry things were indeed quickly moving around its insides. Yes. There was a circulatory system in this creature!I paused, thinking about what to do next.

The dead Arcanix's multi-tool body was made up of tools and moving parts many of which like his magisteel fingers, feet, arms and eyes required direct, constant control.Hunter Klondike was tethered to eighty eight shards, if you count his original soul and the soul of his grandfather. In theory I could spread myself out... A plan of action formed in my mind. As long as I carved little bits of my soul out and attached them to the whale's own defense systems, I could create an entire concealed army, a small fleet of hijacked cells!

[Since your Song-Spells are working fine, it means that the Astral Engine and Beacon Tower of Skyisle is somewhere nearby. Skyisle was where my boy met his end. Lets hope this beastie doesn't stray too far from the Beacon,] the old Archmage rumbled. [If this creature leaves the range of the magrad broadcasting Obelisk and the ley line vector can't reach us, you'll have to slot the Song-Spells into your skills and use up your own scant mana!]The Alanians had built an entire power structure to support their spells, akin to power stations and power-lines we built across USSR to light up every Soviet Republic and chase away the night. Instead of electricity the Alanians used Aetheric radiance, magical power that was transferred along ley lines. Keps Klondike was an incredibly strong imprint. The old Archmage treated me as his own grandson... which was true in a way, I really was partly his grandson, felt like I was once a man named Klint.

The villainous divinity named Ishira and her priests, the people who killed me... they would pay for their crimes if I ever escaped the Astral!

Slowly and carefully wielding [Tamus-Anima] and [Sectus-Anima] using my trio of Infoscopes I carved a tiny spark, a soul-shard out of my body. The little spark separated from me, floating away.

[- 1 in Soul.]