Anjing withdrew his soul with his own hands in front of the God of End, who was staring at him in horror. Usually, there is excruciating suffering associated with drawing one's soul into a vessel. Although having the sensation of being torn apart, Little Snow's actions appear to be no different from picking a flower from a garden. His vacant visage did not even flinch. A golden soul orb materialized on Little Snow's hand's palm.
The God of End asked, "Doth thee not feeleth teen at all?"
Translation: [Do you not feel pain at all?]
Little Snow answered, "No more pain. I got so used to it that I can no longer feel it."
