"Behold," Erael intoned, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air.
A shimmering portal materialized, revealing a soul floating in ethereal beauty. Golden hair flowed around delicate features, reminiscent of Eve. The sight stirred something in Michael's chest, but his face remained impassive.
As Michael gazed at the soul, a familiar voice echoed in his mind:
[Does the host wish to scan the soul for authenticity and find the location of the soul?]
[The process requires 10 million badass points. Does the host wish to continue?]
Without hesitation, Michael mentally agreed. His badass points dropped from thirty million to twenty million, a price he deemed worth paying.
Meanwhile, the Skyhall elders who were watching Michael intently, mistook his silence for emotional turmoil. But they had no idea of the unseen process unfolding within his mind.
[The Scanning and finding location will be done in five minutes…]
